Chapter One- Hundred And Thirty Nine

Ryan walked into his charity home, with his face beaming with contentment and pride. He still couldn't believe what he had been able to achieve so much in a short while. Despite the storms and challenges he went through, he was still able to pull through. That was something one should be proud of.

Even if he knew he still had other important things to do before be would quit searching for more, he still felt the need to be proud of himself.

Whenever he flashed back through the times he was a poor man, and the torment he received, he kept repeating his vow - the vow he made to deal immensely with anyone who tormented and tortured the poor as long as he was still alive, and could also get wind of the news.

He had come to realize that people, especially the rich, saw the poor masses as beggars with an incurable disease, one that could get them infected if they mingled. However, he was glad to have become a proof that nothing lasts for long.

"Good morning sir." His staff greeted as the