Willy Morgan stood soaking wet at the entrance of the Fendi store.
"Sir, you…?"
"I just got drenched by the rain. I need to buy some clothes, preferably something I can change into right away. You know, it’s really uncomfortable when wet clothes stick to your body."
"Oh, I see! Please come in." The sales assistant naturally couldn't turn away a customer, even though this one didn’t seem very well-dressed…
"Darling, does this look good?" From a distance, Willy Morgan could hear Olivia's coquettish voice. Following the sound, he turned and found himself face-to-face with Olivia.
"Willy Morgan! I told you not to follow me! How dare you show up here!" Olivia shouted.
Willy Morgan turned his face away, pretending not to hear, and continued browsing through the clothes.
"Are you ignoring me on purpose?!" Olivia stormed over to him, but Willy Morgan continued to treat her like she was invisible.
"Assistant, you’d better be careful not to let someone with only twenty or thirty bucks in their pocket touch clothes worth twenty or thirty thousand!" Olivia sneered, pointing at Willy Morgan.
Willy Morgan remained unfazed, continuing to pick out clothes that suited him. It wasn’t surprising that he was engrossed in the task—back in college, he had worked part-time to earn money, all of which he had given to Olivia after covering his own living expenses. At best, Willy Morgan had been a romantic, at worst, he was a "simp" who had been heartlessly abandoned after three years.
"Sir, every item here costs over ten thousand dollars. If you’re not really planning to buy, please don’t touch them. If they get dirty, we’d have to pay for the damages," the sales assistant finally said, unable to stand by any longer.
"Did you hear that, you poor wretch? Who gave you the courage to follow me into a place like this? Darling, that pauper is bringing us bad luck again!"
"I told you before! If I see you again, I’ll beat you up again! Didn’t you learn your lesson? Got a death wish?" Joseph Moore clenched his fist and approached Willy Morgan.
Willy Morgan didn’t even glance at Joseph Moore. He wasn’t worth the effort now that Willy had a system backing him up. Casually, he selected two shirts and two pairs of pants and handed them to the sales assistant. "Hold onto these for me."
"Putting on a show, huh? Do you think I don't know how much money you have?" Olivia sneered. Her words made the sales assistant hesitate, unsure of Willy Morgan's intentions.
"If you know everything, then do you know how much you’ve spent of mine over the past three years?"
"That was your choice! Look at your poor situation—no job, no background, not even parents. You should be grateful someone was willing to be with you! I must’ve been blind to waste three years of my youth on someone like you!"
"Olivia, in these three years, you’ve spent nearly two hundred thousand dollars of mine. Ha!"
"And you know it’s been three years? So what? Five thousand a month isn’t much. Do you really think you have the right to calculate a total?"
"You’re right, you’re right! So where’s that outfit your sugar daddy bought you?"
Willy Morgan continued browsing, not even sparing Joseph Moore a glance, nor did he look at Olivia as he spoke.
Olivia immediately shook the outfit in her hands in front of Willy Morgan.
"Look, this one is custom-made, seventy thousand dollars—more than you gave me in a year. Do you really think I’d stick around for a loser like you when I have someone like him?"
"Go pay for it then, and make sure you wear it right away to please your sugar daddy."
"Willy Morgan! Watch your mouth! He’s my darling!"
"Have you got your marriage certificate yet? Calling a man twenty or thirty years older than you 'darling'—his son is probably older than you, right?" Willy Morgan was now calm and completely in control, a far cry from the hesitant, newly graduated young man he had been just moments ago. This newfound confidence startled Olivia. On reflection, it made sense; Willy Morgan had worked all kinds of jobs over the past three years, meeting all sorts of people, so it wasn’t surprising that he could say something like this.
"You little punk, you’re asking for it!" Joseph Moore was furious. While he did have a wife and children and was just playing around with Olivia, being called out like this in public was unbearable.
"Sir, if you’re here to shop, please mind your words. If not, I’ll have to call security to escort you out," the sales assistant holding Willy Morgan’s clothes said, her tone growing cold.
"Are you deaf? This woman has been insulting me since I walked in, and you didn’t say a word. Is it just because she’s better dressed? I insult her back, and you threaten to throw me out? Know your place—you’re just a sales assistant! Who do you think you are to yell at me?" Willy Morgan’s commanding presence was nothing like that of a fresh graduate who could be easily pushed around. Instead, he exuded the authority of a high-ranking executive shopping in the store.
Another sales assistant, seeing that her colleague was about to clash with the customer, quickly stepped in to calm the situation.
"Alright, alright, sir, I’ll help you from here. Vivi, you go assist this lady."
"Pathetic wretch, I’m going to stay here and watch how you plan to pay for this!" Olivia sneered.
"Olivia, if you’ve got time, why don’t you go pay for your outfit first, then come back to watch the show?"
"Darling, he’s mocking me!" Olivia whined to Joseph Moore.
"Assistant, ring it up!" Joseph Moore led Olivia to the counter to pay, then stood by, ready to watch Willy Morgan make a fool of himself.
Willy Morgan took his time picking out clothes. The sales assistant behind him was growing more and more impatient, juggling over a dozen garments, but she kept her frustration to herself.
"Alright, let’s go pay, then I’ll change into something new. I’ll just throw away what I’m wearing now."
Hearing Willy Morgan’s words, the sales assistant hesitantly led him to the checkout. Olivia quickly rushed over, loudly declaring, "I suggest you call the police. This guy doesn’t have any money and is just messing with you!"
The cashier nervously scanned the items and then said, "Sir, that’s thirteen pieces in total, coming to $219,604."
"Charge it to this card," Willy Morgan said, handing over his Los Angeles bank card. The cashier, seeing it was just a regular debit card, immediately scowled. "Sir, this is disrupting public order! I’ll have to call the police!"
"Did you swipe the card? How are you going to report me? Since when can’t a debit card be used here? Are you saying that your little Fendi store is worth more than the Los Angeles bank? Maybe your parent company is, but you? Go ahead and swipe the card, clerk!"
"Hmph, let’s see what happens when your card gets declined!" The cashier reluctantly swiped Willy Morgan’s card through the POS machine, and Willy Morgan calmly entered his PIN.
A moment later, the receipt printed out!
Everyone around was stunned!
"No way! How could you have over two hundred thousand dollars?" Olivia screamed in disbelief.
Willy Morgan ignored her, pulling a few items from his purchase and heading to the fitting room to change.
Not long after, a dashing and handsome young man emerged, his whole demeanor transformed.
Willy Morgan walked up to Olivia and whispered, "There’s a bag at the back that’s just beautiful. It would suit your complexion perfectly. Why don’t you have your daddy—oh, I mean your darling—buy it for you?"
Olivia was momentarily dazed by Willy Morgan’s transformation. When she heard his suggestion, she couldn’t help but want to take a look—Willy Morgan always had a good eye, and she had really liked the small gifts he’d given her in the past. But that was all in the past now.
"Darling, I’m going to have another look inside!"
"I’ll go with you. Whatever you like, I’ll buy it for you!"
Joseph Moore’s words boosted Olivia’s confidence.
The two of them headed to the handbag section, where Olivia immediately spotted the bag Willy Morgan had mentioned, which indeed seemed perfect for her.
"Miss, this bag is priced at $264,000! You have a great eye—this bag's design and materials are top-notch. The color matches you perfectly, and the designer of the bag is the same as the one who created the outfit you just bought. Pairing them together will make you look even more youthful and radiant," the sales assistant's words brought a smile to Olivia's face."Darling, it's only a bit over $260,000. That’s not expensive! Buy it for me right now!" Olivia demanded from Joseph Moore in an entitled tone.Joseph Moore felt a surge of dissatisfaction. He hadn’t intended to spoil Olivia like a kept woman. He had only agreed to take her out for a meal and buy a few things because she seemed pitiful—just graduated from college with no job or savings. When Olivia had told him her ex-boyfriend was pestering her, his protective instincts kicked in. But now, seeing Olivia's insatiable greed, his anger flared.Meanwhile, Willy Morgan calculated that he was still $80,000 or $90,000 short of com
Willy Morgan couldn't care less about what others thought. He circled around the Ferrari supercar, growing more and more fond of it with each step. Glancing at the license plate, he was surprised to see that it read LA77777."What a badass license plate! Hahaha!" He took out the key and pressed it lightly, and the car's lights blinked twice. Willy hurriedly climbed into the driver’s seat."Hahaha, I've finally got a car!" It all felt like a dream to Willy Morgan—everything had happened so suddenly!"System! Are you really real?""Of course.""Praise the heavens! Hahaha!" Willy chanted as he inserted the key, ignited the engine, and with a roar, the Ferrari sped off.Driving through the streets of Los Angeles, Willy Morgan felt for the first time that life could actually be this exciting.Willy Morgan had grown up in an orphanage. Once he learned he was an orphan, he became hopeless about the future. Even though he had been bullied and humiliated since childhood, he chose to endure it
“Waahhh! Mommy, please stop hitting me!” The child was bawling, his cries filled with anguish as his mother’s slaps landed on his bottom.“You made a huge mistake! Do you realize how expensive this car is? How could you be so careless!” The woman’s scolding left the child too scared to say anything, his tears streaming down his face.“Sir, I’m really sorry. Look at this car… How can we compensate you? It’s my fault! I wasn’t watching my child closely enough! I’m so sorry!” The woman apologized repeatedly, visibly shaken by the situation.Willy Morgan sighed in resignation. He knew that everyone living in this area was struggling financially. Forcing a poor person to sell their home or land to cover the repair costs of his car would be pushing them into a desperate situation, something he didn’t want to do.Willy asked the system in his mind, “System, does this car have insurance?”“The items provided to the host by the system come with a full package, including the highest level of in
“Draw the prize immediately!” Willy Morgan made his choice without hesitation. Suddenly, six gift box-like objects appeared in his mind, each one a different color and pattern. The first box had an image of some papers, the second had a drill, the third a cup of tea, the fourth a triangle, the fifth looked like a fruit, and the last one resembled a shirt.“System, what are these?” Willy Morgan asked.“Host, the system cannot disclose the contents. This is a lottery—you get what you draw!”Willy Morgan understood the rules. It was a random draw, and with his recent streak of good luck—even stumbling upon a system—he felt confident that whatever he picked would be the best!He closed his eyes and randomly pointed at one of the boxes. His finger landed on the first one, the one with the image of some papers.“Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have acquired 79% of the shares in Orion Universal Group Ltd.! The share transfer is in progress, please wait..
Just as they were talking, Patrick Murphy arrived, rushing over with his bag in hand.“Sorry I’m late! Just as I was about to clock out, my annoying supervisor wouldn’t let me leave and made me stay an extra half hour with no overtime pay. It’s so frustrating!”“No worries, you’re just in time to order! Waiter!” Willy Morgan called out.“Whoa, Willy, what’s up with your outfit? You used to be so thrifty, and now you’re rocking Fendi? What happened?” Patrick Murphy adjusted his glasses in surprise.“It’s a long story! Hahaha! Let’s just eat and enjoy ourselves!”Willy Morgan loved hanging out with his three friends, drinking, chatting, and venting their frustrations. It felt real and honest. During the conversation, Willy learned that none of the three were having an easy time.Patrick Murphy was working as a designer, constantly pushed to work ove
Victoria Bell was stunned. Orion Universal Group was a well-established company in Los Angeles. How could someone so young possibly be its owner? However, since Willy Morgan had agreed to a verification, Victoria wasted no time and initiated the background check.The phone rang in the general manager’s office at Orion Universal Group headquarters.“Hello, this is Joyce, the general manager’s assistant.”“Hello, this is Victoria Bell, branch manager at Unity Savings Bank in Los Angeles. I’m calling to verify the identity of someone claiming to be the general manager or a shareholder of Orion Universal Group.”“Who are you inquiring about?”“The client’s name is Willy Morgan.”“What! You mean Mr. Morgan?!”“Yes, what is his position?”“He’s our big boss! Do not, I repeat, do not neglect him! He owns 79% of the company&rsquo
“Right this way, sir,” the Gucci sales associate said, leading Willy Morgan to the men’s section after noticing the Ferrari key in his hand. The associate assumed Willy might be a lesser-known celebrity and quickly guided him through the store for a shopping spree.Outside, Mr. Banana and Mr. Apple, the livestreamers, waited patiently with their phones pointed at the Gucci store entrance.Meanwhile, the livestream chat was buzzing with speculation:“Maybe he really is the car owner after all. He’s been inside for a while, probably shopping! This is Gucci, one of the top six luxury brands! Who could afford that without serious cash?”“I’m not convinced. Some people just like to window-shop luxury stores even if they’re broke.”“Are you talking about yourself?”“Mind your own business!”“It’s simple, just wait until he comes out. Mr. Apple, k
The livestream chat buzzed with speculation and curiosity as Willy Morgan continued to make substantial purchases.“Streamers, no doubt about it—this guy’s the real deal. Dropping tens of thousands on clothes and skincare products like it’s nothing. It makes perfect sense that he’s checking out the best property in Los Angeles, Silver Lake Enclave.”“Clearly, you don’t know the prices at Silver Lake Enclave. The cheapest units there start at over $9,000 per square meter, and every apartment is over 1,000 square meters. That means even the lowest-priced units cost nearly $10 million! Los Angeles isn’t the capital, and it’s not some major financial hub. It’s just a second-tier city!”“I don’t buy it. He’s probably just tired and decided to rest in the sales office.”Mr. Apple and Mr. Banana were also engrossed in the discussion, eagerly participating in the livestream chat as they speculated about Willy’s next move.Meanwhile, Willy Morgan appeared to be resting with his eyes closed in
“Alright, then thank you!” Willy said."Stop playing coy, Willy. Just wait for my update. By the way, the chips are enough now, you can continue supplying The Robinson Family and The Brown Family. I’ve come to realize that these so-called big families—anyone on your good side rises, and those on your bad side get crushed," the caller said with a knowing tone."Boss, you can’t put it like that. I’ve always been honest. If they don’t bully me, I won’t fight back! Just look at all these big families, which one didn’t start by bullying me before I took them down?" Willy responded with a laugh."Willy, how you handle them is your business, but I hope you don’t destroy the economic balance. Things are already tough, and if all these rich businessmen go bankrupt, a lot of people will lose their jobs. That’s not good for me. If you understand what I mean, you’ll know what to do. No favoritism—
The day after the wedding, Willy took Violet and his parents to visit the newly purchased property at 77 Central Park West. As they stood in front of the building, Caleb and Penelope looked up at the towering structure, stealing glances at Violet."Son, is this the house you bought for us?" Caleb asked."Yeah, Dad, take a look and see which one you prefer—this place or the top-tier mansion we're living in now. Violet, which one do you like better?" Willy asked, turning to his wife."You guys decide. It doesn’t matter to me," Violet replied casually. She didn’t mind either option; both the luxury mansion they lived in now and the new place at 77 Central Park West were great.Caleb thought for a moment. "Son, I think I prefer our current place. This 12th-floor apartment makes me worry about power outages, and it’s too big. What if burglars get in? Your mother and I would be scared!""You don’t worry about the secur
As Violet stepped off the flying vehicle, every step she took was met with bursts of ribbons and fireworks. The sounds of cheers and blessings surrounded her, and Violet couldn’t help but feel like the happiest woman in the world.Finally, they reached the grand hall.The couple stood by the stage, waiting. By now, all their friends and family had taken their seats. Willy glanced around."Wow, what a huge hall!" he thought. The venue could easily accommodate over a hundred tables, and it was almost full! The crowd was enormous, and Willy realized he didn’t know most of them. Who were these people?At 11:28 AM, the ceremony officially began!Under the host's guidance, Willy completed the various segments of the ceremony. The host announced the couple would change outfits, and the kitchen staff began serving the food. Meanwhile, the stage stayed lively with Logan’s arranged celebrity performances, which caught everyone’s atten
"Cheap? Willy, let me explain. Each floor is 424 square meters, with a total of 12 floors. We’ve calculated the price based on a unit cost of 116,000 per square meter! The building next door is a bit cheaper. This is the pricing method for high-rise buildings, which is different from residential and commercial office buildings! And it’s a far cry from your top-tier global mansion! Your place is priced based on land value, while mine is based on the high-rise!""Oh, I see! Deal. Can we finalize the paperwork now? My people will move in tonight, is that okay?""Of course, no problem."After securing the properties, Willy briefly discussed an environmental collaboration project with The Robinson Family before heading back to his office.By t
77 Central Park West wasn’t far from Willy’s Morgen estate—less than a 20-minute walk and just a few minutes by car.The complex of 77 Central Park West consisted of four rows of buildings, three in each row, each 12 stories high. The architectural designs of the buildings were unique, and the landscaping around the area was excellent. After entering through the main gate, tall oak trees lined both sides, with various-shaped lawns, windmills, and a variety of flowers planted throughout. The distance between the 12 buildings was vast, and nestled in the middle was a three-story building that served as the residents' clubhouse, featuring a gym, yoga room, swimming pool, and various sports courts.Willy waited a few minutes before meeting up with Sebastian Robinson."Willy, your estate is so i
"Ding! Has the host collapsed?""A little. There are too many reports. System, do you think it's because I usually slack off that all these reports piled up?""Not really. The main reason is that the host's previous goal was to upgrade the system, which is why there are all these tasks. But the system has an idea for you!""Hmm, I know you're going to remind me that I can use my speed-reading and photographic memory abilities to solve this, right?""Not at all!""Then what is it?""Host! Have you forgotten that after the system upgrade, there's a Wish Button now?""No way! Can I just wish that I've finished reading all these reports and found no issues?""Nega
"Willy, when is Violet's due date?""Mom, Violet's due date is at the end of April next year!""Did you hear that?! Your daughter-in-law's due date is at the end of April next year! You want Violet to have the baby early, just like I did, huh? And now you're saying 'like a jujube tree bearing sweet fruit'! When are you getting things together?"Penelope was shocked by Willy's lack of awareness—her dear son seemed to have forgotten the most obvious things!"Ah! I didn't realize Violet was already pregnant!""You're going to be a grandfather! You need to be more sharp! What if you end up losing the kid when it's your turn to babysit?""Yes, yes! I'll get everything cleared up right away!""Dad! Don't do anything tonight! I'm going to sleep in your room. Tomorrow, you can h
"Willy, you’re fast at this!""Well, I have to be! I’m getting married soon, so I need to wrap up all these little details before the big day! How did you get the news so quickly?""Of course! After the Yellowstone eruption, everyone’s eyes turned to J Country’s Mount Ardent, along with volcanoes in Indonesia, Chile, and Australia. What they’re really worried about are the chain reactions that could lead to global eruptions and, potentially, a mini ice age!""Don’t worry, it won’t happen! My environmental company’s air filtration project—you’ve seen its effects. You can tell how much better New York’s air quality is now compared to places like North Korea. According to my team, the nationwide air projects will be completed within two months, before the year ends!""