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Even her friends at school wouldn't be this generous. Is their family overflowing with money and don't know how to spend it? Esther thought funnily. Anika only nodded eagerly. She didn't think anything was weird. As for her, she grew up being taught by her mother to share. To share their power of fortune and blessings with others. That was what she was made for. And now, she has all these things, aside from fortune, she can share this too, right? The little woman thought innocently. Esther saw Anika seriously nodding and was dumbfounded.

"Juba, I can't help you with this either. Yes, but I have a plan that can make you rich quickly and easily." Surprised by his friend's words, he started asking. "Please tell me, man, I just need money man." "Okay, listen, very rich girls go to the bar at night. If you go there too, think ahead. Your personality is also very good. Think about it.” "Well, he's right, but why would she like me even after being so rich?" Coming into the complex, he bowed his head but his friend put his hand on his shoulder while supporting him.

“See? I’m rich! I have 80 thousand dollars. I won 80 thousand dollars from the lottery. “You poor *sses can stay jealous of me. Hah! It’s useless even if you’re envious. You can only watch. You aren’t as lucky as I am. 80 thousand dollars! This is 80 thousand dollars! “You poor men will have to work for over a hundred months nonstop for this. I’m so rich now, I can enjoy my life, and I can start a business. I’ll be living my life happily, and you tried threatening me with being fired?

In debt, No more expensive cars, No more expensive spending, no more servants. All my life I had lived rich and now I was actually going to be that disgusting word POOR. My brain not being able to take all this in, I fainted right on the spot.

I was expecting my heart to race as it used to when he was close, but it didn't; instead, my heart was peaceful. @@@@@@ Author, are you a lovely lady? First and first, I apologize; I like this book and wish to update it frequently, but I have never earned a dime from it, therefore my exclusive book took precedence. I beg your pardon. Please share my book so I may live a better life hahaha, and while you're waiting for it, you can read my unique book on fictum or fizzo here: by memories (Ruthless is about to become Alpha)

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I thought I was lucky to have easy access to Royce's library, so I entered immediately. I looked for the book's files and tried to scan if something was interesting. It's more of a business and motivational book. I grab one book that interests me: the rich dad, poor dad. I remember my dad had the same book in his old library, and he made me read it when he was trying to get me into business. He said it was an excellent book to start with and has pieces of advice on making my money grow.

She smiled nodding. "Excuse me? You're complaining after gobbling it all up? Be glad I even offered you that, you should be thanking for the free food rather than complaining." He glared at her. "First let me complete my sentence, nevertheless the food was yummy, I enjoyed it. Thank you very much for your kind deed." She joined her hands and bowed to him. "And about the free food, I'm the author so I'll return this favor by making you rich, I can promote your character from book store owner to an owner of a publishing house." She smiled widely. "But I don't remember creating you." She frowned. "But yes, I can make you rich."

There was the usual mockery in his voice, as if reminding me how, for the past five years, I'd clung to him in debasing humiliation, using my money to buy his time and keep him happy. Sherry Tate stood a little behind him, her fingers curling against the hem of her clothes. Her red-rimmed eyes only made her seem even more fragile and pitiful. And there it was again. I heard that crisp, childlike voice coming from her belly. "Take the card already, Daddy! Invest those two million dollars into Burkcoin, and in ten years, its value will shoot up by three thousand times! You can become the richest man in the country eight years earlier than before.

I was grinning from ear to ear when I received the 200,000 dollars. I already knew what I wanted to buy. I decided to buy something every day so that a package would arrive daily this month. The rich heiress, Tahlia Johnson, sneered and said, “You’re already happy with a mere 200,000 dollars? Hurry up and help me move my stuff.” “Yes, Your Highness!” I huffed and puffed as I shoved all my things into my suitcase. Then, I carefully stored Tahlia’s stuff in the locker.