Chapter 98
Since Gary said so, I certainly couldn't refuse. "Okay, I'll be there tomorrow for sure," I replied.
"Then we'll head back first."
Gary said to Lillian, "Lillian, you take John back."
Lillian nodded.
Her car was a spacious Cadillac, and it took only two trips to carry all the supplements.
I asked her to drop me off at the old neighborhood.
"You live here?" Lillian asked, seemingly surprised.
"Yeah, Sevan's rent is high. It's cheaper here," I explained.
As we climbed the stairs, I said, "And the old neighborhood has a strong sense of community, more neighborly."
Opening the door, I poured her a glass of water. The two-bedroom apartment, though not luxurious, was clean and simple.
Luckily, I was not messy on a regular basis. Otherwise, I'd be embarrassed to have her come up.
She walked around the house with a cup in hand. "I didn't realize you're pretty tidy."
As she walked to the doorway of my bedroom, I suddenly remembered the women's stockings and lace lingerie on the bed. Jenny had sent them, and I hadn't put them away.
If she saw them, wouldn't my glorious image be shattered?
I was about to rush over to stop her when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. "You don't live with her?"
"What? You mean Marry?"
She nodded.
"Ah, we just started dating. To live together should at least wait until we're talking about marriage."
"I see. I've never been in a relationship before."
I wondered, 'Never been in a relationship? Then what about Nicholas? Also, why are you telling me this?'
"Oh, why not?" I asked casually.
"My family has strict rules for me; both my parents and my brother wouldn't permit it."
She sighed, "What happened with Nicholas was just an experiment for me. It was not really dating, at most just communication between friends, and I don't have any feelings for him."
"What kind of guy do you like then?" I asked.
"Well... I think someone like you is good!"
"Me?" I pointed at myself.
She nodded. "Righteous, courageous, viewing money as nothing, and handsome to boot. If you were to attend our university, those senior and junior girls will surely fall for you."
Listening to her praise me like that, I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
"Well, I'm not as good as you say," I replied bashfully.
She walked towards me. "No, you're really good."
I thought, 'If you have something to say, just say it. Can you not stand so close to me?'
I was dumbfounded.
I stepped back and said, "Lillian, I have a girlfriend."
She chuckled, "I haven't done anything, you don't have to look so scared."
"By the way, are you free this weekend?" she added.
Weekend?
"Saturday or Sunday?" I asked.
"Sunday," she said, "our dorm is having a mixer this weekend. I'd like to invite you."
"Me?"
"Yes!" she said. "You don't know how annoying those people are, like flies every day. I don't like them; they're so immature, so I want to invite you..."
"As a shield?" I joked.
"Among the guys I know, you're the best. I can't think of anyone else besides you."
Hearing such a cute girl praise me like that, my sense of masculinity suddenly surged.
And a mixer in the girls' dorm, wouldn't that mean seeing a lot of pretty girls?
"Okay, I'll come."
"Really?"
She jumped with excitement, her chest bouncing.
She kissed me on the cheek, then ran to the door before I could react. "Okay, it's settled. I'll leave now!"
I covered my face. 'What is this? Are all post-2000s so open in their actions?'
I didn't think much about it and quickly ran into the bedroom to put away Jenny's intimate items. There was no way I could throw them away, not in this lifetime.
Looking at the time, it was almost eleven—the perfect time to go to Rita's.
The thought of spending the whole day just the two of us made me excited.
But as I passed by the bank, I remembered the bank card in my pocket.
I took it out, and the password was written on the back of the card: six zeros.
I inserted it into the machine, entered the password, and a few seconds later, I almost choked on my own saliva—three million dollars!
Damn, I was going crazy!
Was this the supplement fee? This was no small amount of money!
My heart raced, and my body trembled slightly.
It felt like winning the lottery. This feeling was so exhilarating.
I took a deep breath and withdrew the card with trembling hands. Walking out of the bank, everyone I saw seemed like a potential robber.
Was this what being rich felt like?
In total, I now possessed four million dollars. The goal of reaching ten million, set just last night, was nearly halfway accomplished today.
Frank had given me this money. At first, I thought it was just a few tens of thousands or maybe a hundred thousand supplement fee, but the money in the account far exceeded my expectations.
There was no way I could return it. Their intentions were good; to return it would be to display hypocrisy and disrespect.
Thinking this way, I felt much better.
I felt lighter all over.
Thoughts of mansions, luxury cars, and beautiful women flashed through my mind, but I forcefully suppressed them.
Four million was nothing, barely scratching the surface of the middle class.
A house, a car, and the money would be gone.
Mary was right; using money to make more money was the way to go.
But with money in my pocket, I felt like I was walking on air.
When people become wealthy, they tend to exude confidence, engage in revenge spending, and become utterly indifferent to the prices of items.
As I was passing by a high-end snack shop, I decided to step in and buy some snacks.
Previously, I seldom purchased snacks here because they were prohibitively expensive. Even if I did make a few occasional purchases, I would only cautiously pick a few of the cheaper options.
But this time, I bought whatever caught my eye, purchasing all the snacks I enjoyed, and ended up spending a thousand dollars!
I thoroughly relished the feeling of being able to buy whatever I liked.
Having money was damn good!
Carrying a big bag of stuff upstairs, I took out the key Rita gave me and unlocked the door directly.
"Rita?" I called out, but there was no response. Looking at the closed kitchen, the sound of the exhaust fan could be heard from inside. Rita must be busy in there.
I placed the snacks on the coffee table and quietly pushed open the door.
Looking from behind, Rita's figure was simply explosive.
Curvy in the front, slim waist, smooth shoulders, and then that plump butt behind.
'Hips wider than shoulders, happy as a fairy,' I couldn't help thinking.
If I could do that from behind, wouldn't that be heavenly?
Rita was dressed very lightly at home, wearing shorts that reached her thighs and a semi-transparent blouse on top.
You could clearly see the transparent straps.
She wasn't wearing a bra, just transparent straps.
I swallowed; she was too tempting.
My equipment was already standing tall, aiming for the heavens, as if ready to conquer all hurdles.
I couldn't resist anymore and quietly walked over...
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist from behind and rested my chin on her fragrant shoulder, directly nibbling on her earlobe.
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