Chapter Thirty SevenVincent sat on the edge of his worn-out couch, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone's screen. With a sigh, he unlocked the device and swiped to open the messaging app. What he saw made his heart sink.A flood of messages and memes greeted him, each one a bitter insult from his ex-girlfriend Nina. Words like "Poverty Master," "Trash Can," "Slave," and "Dirty Mad Dog" stung with the intensity of a thousand needles. Vincent's heart pounded in his chest as he scrolled through the relentless onslaught of hurtful words.They had broken up weeks ago, and Vincent had thought it was for the best. The relationship had been toxic, and he had made the difficult decision to end things before they both fell deeper into a pit of misery. He never wanted to go back to that dark place again.But Nina was not ready to accept the truth. She had wanted them to get back together, to try again, to mend what was broken. Vincent understood her pain, but he couldn't ignore the fac
Chapter Thirty Eight His fingers danced effortlessly across the screen of his phone, zooming in on the details and marvelling at the opulence displayed in every snapshot.A red Ferrari caught his eye first – a bold and fierce beast that exuded a raw energy impossible to ignore. Its glossy paint glimmered as if under a spotlight, beckoning Vincent to take it for a spin. He could almost hear the throaty roar of the engine, feel the wind caressing his face as he sped down the open road.Next, a stunning blue Lamborghini emerged on the screen, captivating him with its aerodynamic form and futuristic design. Vincent imagined himself driving this sleek beauty through the city streets, turning heads at every corner, and leaving a trail of envy in its wake.He scrolled further, discovering an elegant Aston Martin, its silver finish shimmering like liquid metal. This time, Vincent pictured himself on a long coastal drive, the salty breeze blending with the scent of leather interior, creating
Chapter Thirty NineVincent walked into the luxurious car showroom with excitement, his eyes gleaming at the shiny displays of high-end vehicles. He was dressed simply, wearing faded jeans and a worn-out jacket, but his dreams were grand. As he approached the receptionist's desk, he could feel her judgmental eyes scanning him from head to toe."May I help you?" The receptionist's tone was cold and dismissive, as if Vincent didn't belong in such a prestigious establishment."I'm interested in checking out some of your cars," Vincent replied politely, trying to hide the discomfort he felt under her scrutinising gaze."Really?" the receptionist sneered, her lips curling into a condescending smile. "These cars are quite expensive. Are you sure you can afford them?"Vincent took a deep breath, determined not to let her belittling words discourage him. "I'm just here to look. I believe everyone should have the opportunity to dream, regardless of their appearance."The receptionist let out a
Chapter FortyVincent sat at his desk, the dull voice of the Professor's voice fading into the background as he surreptitiously tapped away on his laptop. Inattentive to the lesson, his eyes were fixated on a series of apartment listings displayed on the internet browser. He had been daydreaming about owning his own house for quite some time, and today seemed like the perfect day to start hunting for one.His dream car, a sleek and powerful machine, had been sold to none other than Don Jazzy, the famous celebrity. Vincent had harboured a deep desire to own that car, but fate had other plans. With a sigh, he reluctantly admitted to himself that owning such a luxurious vehicle was a distant dream, especially with the skyrocketing prices it fetched in the hands of a celebrity.As the Professor voiced on, Vincent scrolled through the various options, analysing each property's features and envisioning himself living there. From modern lofts to cozy suburban homes, he weighed the pros and
Chapter Forty One Vincent's heart raced as he approached the front door, the moon's pale glow casting long shadows across the quiet hallway. The air was thick with uncertainty, a feeling he couldn't shake off. He hesitated, a split second of doubt before his hand wrapped around the cold doorknob.As he slowly swung the door open, a shiver ran down his spine. Two figures clad in black masks stood before him, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glint. Vincent's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing to comprehend the danger that had suddenly materialised in his own home."What do you want?" Vincent managed to choke out, his voice betraying a mixture of fear and defiance. His heart hammered against his ribcage, the adrenaline coursing through his veins drowning out the rational thoughts that tried to surface.The taller of the two men stepped forward, his tone dripping with malice. "Your money. We know you've got it. Hand it over."Vincent's mind raced, searching for an escape rout
Chapter Forty TwoJasmine lay on her bed and she clutched Asher's phone in her hand, a mixture of triumph and guilt washing over her. The stolen device felt cool against her skin, a tangible representation of her desperate attempt to make her twin brother's so what she wants.Asher, always protective and cautious, had flatly refused to be her medical practice subject. She needed someone to practise administering injections on, a crucial skill for her journey through medical school. But Asher had baulked at the idea, his stubbornness igniting a spark of determination in Jasmine and she decided to take revenge by hiding his phone before he left for his part time job as a firefighter volunteer .She looked down at the phone, her fingers tracing the smooth edges of the device. With a calculated stealth, she had managed to take it from his room, her heart pounding as she tiptoed back to her own room. The phone lay on her bedside table, its screen illuminated by a stream of notifications fro
Chapter Forty Three Jasmine's heart raced as she stumbled upon the grim scene before her. Vincent lay on the cold floor, his body battered and bruised, resembling a fallen warrior defeated in battle. His face was a mask of pain, his once vibrant features now contorted in agony. The dim light in the room accentuated the stark contrast between his pallor and the crimson streaks that marred his skin.Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she knelt beside him, her trembling fingers reaching out to touch his cheek. The touch was cool and lifeless, sending shivers down her spine. Panic surged through her veins, the urgency of the situation propelling her into action. With shaky determination, she gently tilted his head back, exposing his blue-tinged lips.Drawing in a deep breath, Jasmine leaned over Vincent's battered form, her lips hesitating just before making contact with his. The taste of desperation lingered in the air as she pressed her mouth to his, pouring every ounce of her will in
Chapter Forty Four Vincent spend about 50,000 dollars in helping the little children of the orphanage and he still has about 900,000 (Nine hundred thousand dollars) and he was so happy that the armed robbers didn't check his account balance because his house and his environment already looks poor. Vincent pressed the wristwatch in his hands to make sure that the 2nd mission he saw wasn't a joke and then it was boldly written for him. [ QUINTILLIONS SUPER STAR SYSTEM ] [ SECOND MISSION] [TASK UPDATES 2/50] [ SPEND YOUR ENTIRE MONEY IN 3 DAYS OR YOU LOOSE YOUR CHANCE OF WINNING 50 TASK AND BECOMING A QUINTILLION BILLION DOLLARS OWNER ] Vincent was restless , he was a broke and poor university student that got lucky and now the system is telling him to spend all his money , the news made him feel sad and uneasy. “How do I spend such a huge amount in just 3 days ? “ Vincent was just spending only 10 dollars in an entire month but now he is instructed to spend almost a mission doll