Upon hearing Harry’s question, Edward simply chuckled without saying a word. The Sherwood family, ten times wealthier? It was undoubtedly a staggering figure.“Edward, it’s amazing. Everything seems like it’s from a movie.” Harry couldn’t contain his excitement and enthusiasm. His friend, who had to take on multiple jobs to make ends meet, had suddenly become the heir to billions of dollars. Everything had happened in just a few months, and it was truly overwhelming.“Yes, I reacted the same way at first, Harry,” Edward replied.“But today, I invited you here because I have a favor to ask,” Edward continued.“What is it, Edward?” Harry couldn’t help but feel curious. He sensed countless changes in Edward’s demeanor, which had become more composed and thoughtful. Even his gestures and mannerisms differed from before. Faced with the person in front of him, Harry suddenly felt a bit estranged.Edward looked straight into Harry’s eyes, genuinely hesitating. He didn’t know how Harry would
After dinner, Edward lay sprawled on his enormous bed. It had been a long day, and he was feeling tired. He had intended to get a good night’s sleep when suddenly his phone rang.Who could call at this hour? Edward glanced at his phone screen, and it was an unfamiliar number. He looked at it with an icy indifference, suspecting it might be a telemarketer or a scam. He casually pressed the power button to silence the phone and pulled the eye mask over his eyes, ready to sleep.However, the phone rang again, persistently. Edward raised an eyebrow. Still the same number. He was about to dismiss it and enable the “do not disturb” mode to avoid further interruptions when he hesitated.This type of number didn’t seem like the disposable numbers used by scammers or multi-level marketing schemes. Maybe it was something different. Eventually, he answered it.“Hello,” Edward answered, his tone icy.On the other end of the line, there was a brief pause, as if the caller had hesitated. Then, a so
Hospital,Emergency Department,VIP Room 1604,Upon receiving the news that Edward was seriously injured and had to be hospitalized, Harry felt as if his soul had been sucked out. Even though he was in class, he couldn’t concentrate on anything. He quickly excused himself from the lecturer and drove to the hospital.Sitting in the car, waiting at red lights, and stuck in traffic, Harry felt restless, as if ants were crawling in a pan. He didn’t know how Edward was doing; his voice had sounded weak earlier.Thinking about this, Harry couldn’t help but feel anxious. He rushed into Edward’s hospital room. He saw a motionless body on the bed wrapped in white bandages with machines making beeping sounds around it.Witnessing that scene, Harry’s legs went weak, and he fought back tears, unable to contain his sorrow as he approached Edward.“Are you... are you okay... oh no, I shouldn’t have asked. Oh, why did this happen? It’s all that scoundrel Jeff’s fault, isn’t it?”Harry was on the ver
After Mr. Benson left, the entire room fell into silence. Harry discreetly glanced at Edward. Yes, Harry couldn’t believe the swift transformation of his friend. The person in front of him was no longer recognizable as Edward. He had changed so dramatically that Harry couldn’t even recognize him anymore.More cunning, more sinister, and even his demeanor had changed. Just a few months ago, Edward was carefree, sincere, and harmonious with everyone, just like Harry. But now, he couldn’t fathom what was going on in Edward’s mind.His friend was planning to perform in front of everyone, then involve his mother to blackmail Mr. Benson and make him create a fake medical record. After Mr. Benson left, the pleading look in Edward’s eyes disappeared completely, replaced by a calculating gaze.In just a few months, Edward had transformed into a completely different person. If someone were to ask Harry how he felt, it would undoubtedly be a mix of astonishment and fear. Imagine if one day he cr
“Despicable scoundrel.” Mrs. Marget couldn’t hold back her sharp words. She remembered how Mr. Morgan had been as meek as a dog when he needed money and help from her family. But now that she needed some help, she found excuses to avoid it. If she had known this earlier, she wouldn’t have helped this wretch. It was a waste of her trust. Thinking about it made Mrs. Marget furious.However, when she thought about Mr. Morgan’s attitude once again, she felt that something wasn’t quite right. He seemed to be afraid of some external force. He will find any excuse to disengage, even if it meant incriminating himself and her husband. Why? Why was he doing this? Could there be someone else behind this?“No, it can’t be. A poor wretch like Edward couldn’t possibly have any backing,” Mrs. Marget muttered, perhaps already becoming paranoid. Maybe she had been too suspicious. A lowlife like Jeff couldn’t possibly stir up much trouble. She couldn’t help but blame herself for misjudging people. Clea
In less than an hour, the Deker Rally race was about to take place. The “adventurers” had gathered here early in abundance. The entire area was filled with vehicles, ranging from regular cars to luxury cars, and even limited-edition racing cars, of which only a few existed in the world. The participants came from diverse backgrounds, from ordinary workers with a passion for speed and a desire for a better life to spoiled rich kids with nothing better to do, and even the most elite professional racers were converging here.Let’s talk a bit about this monumental race. The Deker Rally is an endurance off-road racing event that challenges the resilience of vehicles on complex terrains. The participants range from amateur drivers to professionals, with non-professionals making up about 80% of the participants. The Deker Rally typically spans two weeks, covering over 100 miles of rugged terrain divided into stages four teams to complete each day.Although it’s named a rally, it’s actually a
On the way back home, Harry had his hands on the steering wheel, and the car resounded with the latest popular song. However, he had to admit that Edward’s car was very comfortable, with a pleasant atmosphere and all the amenities. “The possessions of the wealthy are indeed different,” Harry thought silently.“Hey Edward, how do you feel about going home this time? Home is still the best, right? Even in the VIP room at the hospital, I felt suffocated,” Harry spoke up. Today, his “assistant” role involved quietly escorting “boss” Edward back home.In response to Harry’s question, Edward just chuckled without replying. For him, being at home or in the hospital made little difference. He had spent twenty years in a rundown house, so now, “home” was just a place to sleep, to escape the sun and rain.He took his phone out of his coat pocket and dialed Mr. Beson’s number. After a few rings, a hoarse voice came from the other end.“Hello, what’s up, Edward?” Despite his extensive life experi
Finally, the wild Desker Rally race took place. On the famous “Hellish Green” track, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly without a cloud in sight. The grandstands were packed, and the cheers and support from thousands of spectators created a passionate and exhilarating atmosphere. The air was filled with the roar of powerful engines and the whine of speeding cars.The racing supercars, with their supermodel designs and high-powered engines, stood ready at the starting line. The race began with the sound of the starting gun, drivers revving their engines, gripping the steering wheels tightly as the headlights shone brightly. The cars started speeding up, their wheels spinning fiercely, creating a perfect sense of the race’s commencement.Speed increased rapidly, and the competition grew more intense. The racers with talent expertly maneuvered through challenging turns and straight sections to reach their top speeds. Each racing car was finely tuned for optimal performance,