Chapter 9

“These plastics are just so heavy for me.” Pharrell whispered to himself, as he struggled to carry the plastics, “Is that how rich people suffer when they go shopping?”

He struggled till he arrived in his room. He had seen his landlord and so settled his debt. He took a cold bath and tried some of the clothes he bought including the ones Nathalia got for him.

“Wow, this one looks nice.” He said, as he glared at himself through the mirror.

“They all look nice. I don’t know if I want to keep doing this. This is just the perfect lifestyle for me.”

“I just wish the system is gonna keep sending me $10,000 every morning. If that’s the case, then I’m ready to reach the top.” He said,

He checked his bank account and noticed there was still some money left with him. Quickly, an idea of what he could do with that popped in.

“Let’s go to the spa. I have to discover what the feeling looks like.” He had never had the opportunity to be at a spa because it cost so much. He was just a delivery guy
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