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Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere

Connor McDonald delivered food as his part-time job. One day, he had to deliver food to a hotel infamous for being a sex hotel. When the room door opened, he couldn't believe his eyes. His girlfriend was half-naked, cuddling with a rich kid from their class. "Well, now that you've found out, I guess it's time that you know," the rich kid scoffed. "Your girlfriend is dating me now. "Connor, give up on me. You're an orphan and have no money. Even if you deliver food for the rest of your life, there's no way you can compete with him. You are not good enough for me. Let's break up," his girlfriend said. Connor was utterly dumbfounded, wondering why God would inhibit poor people from being in a normal relationship. Just as he was wallowing in pain, his phone suddenly rang. He received an interesting text message. [You have received 1,000,000,000.00 dollars in your account.] "What the hell?" Connor exclaimed. "Who the heck just transferred 1 billion dollars to me?"

Silent Wind · Urbain
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2189 Chs

There's No Clearing His Name

Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Buzz!" 

At this moment, Connor's phone rang again. When he picked up his phone and sawt the screen, he realized that it was Freya calling him.

Connor looked at Freya's name flashing on the screen, and a hint of nervousness flashed across his face. Usually, she would never call him; if she was, it meant that something big had happened.

"It's over. Did Freya receive those photos too?"

Connor muttered helplessly. His relationship with Freya had only eased a little after much difficulty. If she saw these photos now, there would be no clearing his name, not even if he jumped into a river. 

Connor took a deep breath, then picked up his phone and ran out of the classroom, after which he answered the call. 

"Hello, Connor!" Freya's sweet voice rang out.

"Yes... Why did you call me?"

Connor asked nervously.

"What's wrong? Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?"

Freya replied jokingly.

"..."