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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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You Actually Know How to Play the piano?

Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Sure!"

Priscilla nodded without hesitation.

Justin, on the other hand, looked indifferent.

Although "Wedding in a Dream" was one of the top ten piano pieces, compared to other famous piano pieces, "Wedding in a Dream" was slightly simpler. It was just that the ending might be a little difficult.

For Priscilla, choosing this song did not give her any advantage at all.

She hadn't played this song for many years, so it was inevitable that she would make some mistakes. This song was Richard Clayderman's famous song, so Justin must be familiar with it.

Hailey obviously knew this, which was why she deliberately made things difficult for Priscilla and chose this song.

Freyas's eyes flashed with worry when she saw Priscilla agree to it.

She knew that Priscilla was too competitive. Even if she knew that this song would not give her any advantage, she would still agree without hesitation.

Bum, bum, bum…