“Hey, Oliver! Do I pay you to take breaks during work hours? You’ve still got a ton of boxes to deliver!” Anthony, the boss at the wet market, shouted.“I’ve delivered most of them, Sir. Just a few left,” Oliver replied, his tone cold but respectful.Oliver had been carrying boxes of fish back and forth since early morning, and he only stopped for a moment to drink water.“And now you're talking back? Get off your ass, or I’ll cut your pay in half, you lazy bastard!” Anthony roared, drawing everyone’s attention.Oliver nodded. He stood up and continued working.Everyone in this town treats him like trash for two reasons.First, he wasn't originally born in this town. Second, he was married to Trisha Henverton, the daughter of the richest family in their town.Although their net worth wasn’t enough to qualify to live in the capital, they are still superior to everyone here.“Move faster. Can’t you see how many vendors are waiting for you?” Anthony, who was following Oliver, scowled. “If

Oliver clenched his fists in anger. “You can’t do this, Trisha. Your father took me in!” “And he’s dead! You think he’s gonna crawl out of his grave to stop me?!” Trisha fumed, gritting her teeth. Glaring at Oliver, she spoke. “I will let everything slide, including what you did to Denver, as long as you leave without making a scene.” Oliver stared at Trisha for a long time, and her coldness shattered him. “Don’t you love me? Even just a bit?” Trisha chuckled sarcastically. “I could have married a richer man, but I got stuck with you. Do you think I can love someone who ruined my life? No, and I will never be.” His heart sank. Oliver loved Trisha more than he loved himself, but he got only hurt in the end. “You will regret this, Trisha,” Oliver declared as anger consumed him this time. “Not only you will pay, but your whole family as well.” Trisha frowned, looking at Oliver with disgust. “Stop the nonsense, will you? Just get out of my sight. I can’t even stand being in the sam

“Oh my gosh! What is a man like you doing here?” Trisha asked condescendingly as she covered her nose. “You stink! It must be hard to live in the streets, huh?”“I’m here to conduct business, not to talk with you,” Oliver answered, ignoring her harsh remarks. Trisha spat a harsh laugh. “You poor guy, how can you possibly conduct business here? Don’t fool around, you can’t even get in!” She shook her head, looking at Oliver from head to toe. “I just can’t believe your audacity to be here. Aren’t you ashamed?”“Why would I? I’m here to sort something out, not do something illegal,” Oliver shot back.“Are you sure? Based on how you look right now, it seems like you’re going to rob a bank,” Trisha said, smirking.Oliver got furious, but he didn’t waste time arguing with her more. Instead, he gave the guard an intimidating gaze. “This isn’t fair. Do you want the manager to know about this?”The guard raised an eyebrow. “I’m just doing my job, and you’re delusional. Why would the manager

Oliver typed in the numbers and clicked enter. He bit his lip, knowing that Rebecca would also doubt him now if he got the password wrong for the second time.[Password Correct]Oliver sighed in relief as the card unlocked, but it was quickly replaced by astonishment as the screen displayed a long string of numbers.It started with one, followed by nine zeros.When the numbers stopped, Oliver’s eyes widened in disbelief. The account had a balance of one billion dollars!‘To have this kind of money… What am I really doing before I lose my memories?’ Oliver thought, his eyes fixated on the screen.The bank account left him astonished, but what intrigued him the most was the password he just entered.‘It was a date of birth, and I didn’t know where it came from. But… whose birthday is that?’ Oliver asked, frowning.He pondered about it, but his thoughts faded when suddenly, Rebecca spoke.“It seems like your bank account’s interest has already compounded,” she said, her voice laced with

Oliver sighed. ‘I knew it. If I tell Nate the truth right now about my identity, he won’t believe me.’“Don’t worry about me. I will find a way,” Nate added. “How about you? Your wife will be angry if you don't give her money.”“We divorced,” Oliver informed. “She also kicked me out of the house, too.”“What?” Nate’s eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t ask for more, respecting Oliver’s privacy.“If you don’t have any place to live yet, you can stay at my house…” Nate offered. “Although it was small, there was enough space to sleep.”Oliver was surprised upon hearing Nate’s words.‘He was beaten up, yet he didn’t blame me for not paying Anthony back. And he even offered to let me stay at his house.’Pondering those thoughts, Oliver was touched by how Nate stood up for him. “Anthony will soon apologize and return us the money we need.”Nate only smiled, thinking that Oliver was just boasting. But his eyes widened upon seeing a familiar figure. “W-Wait, why Anthony is approaching us aga