The Centillionaire Heir

Chapter 22 — Lady Luck Loves Me!

All through the ride on Goldie's limo back to his place, Oscar was so lost in thoughts.

The Contents of the Conversation he had with Mr. Martins kept on playing on repeat in his head.

To think that the son of the former world's most powerful man worked as a campus janitor.

"Perhaps, I should just write a book about it. It would make for a really interesting plot twist" he weighed his options.

Finally, the black limo pulled over as his own apartment. Alighting down, Oscar cussed inwardly when he saw it was late at night.

He only had but a few minutes to complete the system's Quest..

Spend daily minimum of $50k.

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Mr. Francis who was about to shut down his lap top and go to bed was jolted by a sudden ring of his phone.

"What is it?" he asked tiredly, without even checking who the caller was.

"Sir, it's me Blanco! I am the brokerage firm's market analyst"

"Nice. I wonder why you called me by this time. Whatever you want to report, can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"Uhm.." Blanc