"Ha, trying to transfer registration now? Too late! It takes at least a week. Come back in a week to apply!" Dixon mocked. Timothy also laughed coldly. "You want to transfer registration? Didn't you hear who my dad is? One call from me and your request is denied!"Ding! Just as they finished scoffing, Evan received a text: "Esteemed Mr. Evan, your household registration has been transferred to Lumina City proper. For anything else, please call this number. I will assist you in place of Mr. Walker! Lumina City Chief of Police, Max Reed.""Hm, pretty quick!" Evan smiled seeing the number that texted him. What a coincidence!"My registration is now transferred to Lumina City proper. That fulfills the first requirement, right?" Evan waved his phone arrogantly. "You can request confirmation from the police station. I'll provide my records to cooperate. Though I heard someone's father here is the new Chief of Police. Son, you can just call your dad directly to ask.""However," his tone tur

Was this real? A simple phone call transferred over $5 billion? Was this ordinary black-haired young man truly the embodiment of power and wealth? No, power, wealth, and handsomeness!Timothy and Dixon's eyes were complex, filled with anger, regret, and shame. How could they have been so stupid as to offend someone so godlike!"Alright!" Evan shrugged, the corners of his mouth twisting coldly as he looked at the two still groveling and trembling. Kindly, he reminded, "My three criteria are met. I can leave now right? Oh, didn't want to say this, but wanted to give you some good advice - evil deeds beget evil ends!""Farewell, we're fated not to meet again. It'd just be awkward given what happened today. I'll be truthfully reporting everything to the school and government. Bye!"Evan strolled casually out of the office without a backward glance, leaving the two still shuddering prostrate on the floor, not daring to even breathe heavily, much less stand up!After leisurely leaving the s

"Tsk, you're asking to be humiliated. How vexing.""What? Evan, you're telling me to keep playing?" Mia couldn't believe her ears. After that mockery, he was still letting her play? This wasn't the Evan she knew!"Hehe, regretting now huh? Good, I'll give your pathetic, aggrieved look a like. Let's take a pic and post it on Twitter to gain you some popularity!" Owen cackled."Mia, the game you play is called Brawl Stars right?" Ignoring Owen, Evan glanced at the game he'd just downloaded and looked to Mia. "Lend me your account for a bit. Give me your password."??? Everyone was baffled. Why not just register himself? Did he want to check if it was a world for the wealthy using Mia's account? Evan was just mocked for poverty, yet still wanted to openly play the game now? Was he planning to charge Mia's account? But how much could a poor guy like him top up? $10?"Enter the account and password yourself," Evan said, handing his phone to Mia after downloading the game."Oh, okay." Conf

"What's going on?" Abbie Rose wondered, watching Owen's retreating back in confusion."Could it be heartbreak? No, that can't be right. Owen's an athlete, he's been through countless competitions, even some international ones. He has great mental fortitude, there's no way a breakup would leave him like this.""Oh well, I'd better go announce the good news to the class first!" Abbie Rose shook her head and headed into the Marketing Classroom.The moment she entered, the chorus of shocked cries nearly bowled her over!And in every exclamation was the name "Evan"!"Evan again?" Abbie Rose immediately thought of Evan's Pagani Zonda and realized this must be another case of Evan astonishing the class with his wealth."Ahem!" She walked up to the podium and cleared her throat. "Everyone settle down, it's time for our class meeting. First on the agenda is..."She spoke loudly, but her voice was drowned out by the thunderous cries of shock. She had to raise her volume even more, shouting hoar

Evan was rendered utterly speechless. Well, bashing his own head in with a hammer didn't seem like a great idea.Let it go, he told himself. Since the mission wasn't over, he'd have to go back to campus that afternoon instead of lounging at home. What a waste of precious nap time.Afternoon.Lumina City Business University. Business Psychology Classroom.The large lecture hall with over a hundred seats was filled with students.Although college was quite different from middle and high school, with more free time and optional classes that could be skipped, every single student had shown up today for this business psychology course. The reason was simple - this was the first class of the year for the junior international trade majors, and it was a required course where attendance would be taken. Those absent more than 10 times would automatically fail the class, so all the international trade students under advisor Abbie Rose had dutifully arrived at 2pm sharp.At 2:25pm, the lecturer