Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

65. Dismal Luck

I know my luck is dismal.

It had not been this way when I was smaller, no, back then I thought I was a pretty lucky kid all things considered. I healed fast, I had my mom who loved me with everything she had, I had a home and food, I went to school and had friends, I had everything a little kid could ask for. I would’ve preferred to have a father as well, someone to fill that one void that always seemed to be unfilled in my life no matter what, but that was wishing for too much. In the general sense, however, I considered myself a pretty lucky kid.

And then I began to grow up and found myself in many, many abysmal situations that guaranteed trouble and almost always humiliation for me.

So, in the hindsight, I should’ve known that something would go wrong the minute I decided at that cabin that ‘hey, I should stroll down to town and see what’s going on with the rest of the humanity!’

But had I done that and tried to come up with various scenarios that could ruin my day, I don’t think I