Chapter Thirty Two“Oh my fucking goodness! “ Vincent stood up after shouting with so much shock and throwing away his phone and everyone's attention immediately went to him on the dining table.“What's wrong with you ? Are you okay ? Is everything alright? “Both Jasmine and Asher asked, standing up with concern over the phone .“It's nothing, I think an insect will bite my hands, let me go to the bathroom and wash it , I apologise for cruising at a family dinning table ” Vincnet said while bending down to carry his phone from the floor . The screen had a little scratch on it but he didn't care as he stood up and picked it up while running away to the bathroom.He didn't want anyone to see his account or know what's going on besides. No one will ever believe that 1 million dollars was added to his account just from saving his friend Asher from those rich spoiled brats bullies. Vincent made sure that he locked the toilet before slowly swiping his phone to unlock it and read his credit

Chapter Thirty Four Vincent stood before the old orphanage, its weathered facade evoking a rush of memories from his childhood. He had been raised within these walls since he was a mere three years old, and now, after many years, he returned with a purpose. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow upon the building, as if it too welcomed his arrival.As he approached the entrance, Vincent noticed the swings and slides in the small playground where he used to spend countless afternoons with his fellow orphans. A sense of nostalgia washed over him, and he couldn't help but smile at the fond memories that filled his mind. Yet, today, he had something special in mind – a treat for all the children who called this place their home.Pushing open the creaky wooden door, Vincent stepped into the orphanage's familiar interior. The scent of old books and polished wooden floors greeted him, carrying with it the comfort of familiarity. Sister Margaret, the kind-hearted caretaker, spotted

Chapter Thirty Six A lady's voice, frantic and desperate, echoed through the night, carrying an urgent plea for help. His heart skipped a beat, and he turned instinctively towards the source of the distressing cry.In the shadows ahead, he could barely make out the silhouette of a woman struggling against an enormous figure. Fear gripped Vincent's chest as he recognized the desperation in her voice. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace, his adrenaline surging as he tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation.As he got closer, the dim light revealed the horrifying scene before him. A monstrous man, twice the size of Jasmine, was forcefully restraining her, her clothes torn and her eyes filled with terror. Vincent's jaw clenched with rage, and a surge of protectiveness washed over him."Hey! Leave her alone!" he shouted, his voice strong and unwavering ,he got so angry when he saw that it was Jasmine and he didn't even know what she was doing out late.The assailant turned

Chapter Thirty Eight His fingers danced effortlessly across the screen of his phone, zooming in on the details and marvelling at the opulence displayed in every snapshot.A red Ferrari caught his eye first – a bold and fierce beast that exuded a raw energy impossible to ignore. Its glossy paint glimmered as if under a spotlight, beckoning Vincent to take it for a spin. He could almost hear the throaty roar of the engine, feel the wind caressing his face as he sped down the open road.Next, a stunning blue Lamborghini emerged on the screen, captivating him with its aerodynamic form and futuristic design. Vincent imagined himself driving this sleek beauty through the city streets, turning heads at every corner, and leaving a trail of envy in its wake.He scrolled further, discovering an elegant Aston Martin, its silver finish shimmering like liquid metal. This time, Vincent pictured himself on a long coastal drive, the salty breeze blending with the scent of leather interior, creating

Chapter FortyVincent sat at his desk, the dull voice of the Professor's voice fading into the background as he surreptitiously tapped away on his laptop. Inattentive to the lesson, his eyes were fixated on a series of apartment listings displayed on the internet browser. He had been daydreaming about owning his own house for quite some time, and today seemed like the perfect day to start hunting for one.His dream car, a sleek and powerful machine, had been sold to none other than Don Jazzy, the famous celebrity. Vincent had harboured a deep desire to own that car, but fate had other plans. With a sigh, he reluctantly admitted to himself that owning such a luxurious vehicle was a distant dream, especially with the skyrocketing prices it fetched in the hands of a celebrity.As the Professor voiced on, Vincent scrolled through the various options, analysing each property's features and envisioning himself living there. From modern lofts to cozy suburban homes, he weighed the pros and