"I have explained it many times. I am an orphan and have no relatives. How can I inherit a so-called huge inheritance?"
"Besides, I am a poor, and deceiving me is just a waste of time for you!"
"I'm busy at work, please you and your 'colleagues' stop harassing me, or I’ll call the police!"
At the entrance of the Eden Grand Hotel, Caleb King, wearing a red uniform, hung up the phone impatiently and blocked the number.
It was already the tenth scam call he had received since this morning! .
What’s wrong with these phone scammers? Why insist on deceiving a poor guy who is deeply in debt?
Even their excuses for deceiving him were just as lame and stupid! How can an orphan get a huge inheritance of more than one trillion dollars?
What a ridiculous trick!
"But if I had a trillion dollars, I would definitely buy the Eden Grand Hotel and have good time in the most expensive presidential suite with Tracy!"
Looking up at the splendid Eden Hotel, Caleb murmured enviously.
It is the most luxurious hotel in Los Santiago, and the cheapest room costs at least three hundred dollars a night.
His innocent girlfriend Tracy had always dreamed that she could have a long-term residence in Eden and enjoy the most delicious dishes and the best hotel services there.
But unfortunately, he was just an orphan, relying on an anonymous philanthropist to support his college education, balancing his daily expenses by delivering food part-time, and cannot afford her wishes for the time being.
His short-term goal was to save $5,000 this year to surprise Tracy on Christmas Eve and spend a wonderful night in Eden with her.
"Ding--"
While Caleb was standing outside the hotel, lost in his beautiful fantasy, his phone rang.
It was the takeout timeout reminder he set in advance!
"Damn! It's timed out!"
He immediately threw all daydreaming out of his mind and hurried into the hotel.
... ...
"Sir, your takeaway has arrived."
Five minutes later, Caleb stood at the door of room 1408, panting, knocking on the door.
Damn hotel manager! He was not even allowed to take the lift!
If he bought the hotel, the first thing he would do must be firing this annoying manager!
"coming!"
The guest room door opened, and Caleb was stunned when he saw a man and a woman in the room.
The man who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a big belly. The gold chain around his neck and the expensive watch on his wrist all showed his status as a wealthy man.
Caleb didn't recognize him.
But behind him, the beauty with a hot figure wearing a sexy uniform turned out to be Caleb's girlfriend - Tracy!
Boom!
The takeaway food Caleb was holding fell to the ground in an instant!
When he saw the takeaway dropped on the ground, the middle-aged man became furious and started to curse.
However, Tracy behind him shouted in surprise while seeing Caleb, interrupting him.
"Caleb! You...why are you here?"
After hearing her words, the expression on the middle-aged man's face became very playful, and he looked Caleb up and down.
Caleb is tall and thin, with handsome appearance. Although he was wearing an ugly delivery uniform, his temperament cannot be concealed.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with jealousy and he mocked.
"Sweetie, it turns out that your good-for-nothing boyfriend is a takeout delivery guy. Since he is your boyfriend, I won't complain about him ruining my takeout later."
He had sex with Caleb's girlfriend and was discovered by Caleb, but this man didn't panic at all.
Because he knew that Caleb was a poor student, and he didn't dare to offend him!
Caleb looked at Tracy angrily.
"Tracy, we started dating when we were freshmen in college, and it's been almost three years now!"
"In the past three years, I have worked hard part-time and tried my best to satisfy you; I have studied hard and always wished to build a beautiful family with you after graduation."
"But why? Why did you betray me? When I was working hard, you slept with this man in the hotel? Even a potbellied man like a goblin!"
As his true feelings were shown, Caleb felt that his efforts for her were not worth it, and the anger in his eyes was burning more and more.
The beautiful and sexy Tracy was a little ashamed at first, but soon she became arrogant and said confidently.
"Humph, you ask me why? Look at yourself, wearing a uniform, earning that meager salary through wind and rain. Can you support the two of us? Can you afford my consumption?"
Then, she pointed at the middle-aged man and said with admiration instead.
"Alex Smith is a successful businessman with his own company and makes millions of dollars a month! Whatever luxury items I want, he buys them for me. I told him I wanted to live in Eden for a few days, he made the reservation in less than ten minutes. And what about you?"
Caleb smiled bitterly, "It turns out it's because of money. I originally thought you hadn't fallen into the current money worship like those golden diggers..."
"Because I'm poor, you betray me with confidence and play with my feelings at will?"
He clenched his fists and stared at Tracy, waiting for an explanation.
It seemed that she felt a little uncomfortable with his penetrating gaze, Tracy explained.
"Alex and I have been together for more than three years! If it were not because he liked to fuck other’s girlfriend, and you happened to pursue me and you were handsome enough, I would never have agreed to date a poor guy like you! If you still want a truth, strictly speaking, you are the third person among us!"
"Despicable and mean couple! You bitch and son of bitch!" Caleb gritted his teeth and said angrily.
Hearing this, Alex didn't care at all, but said arrogantly.
"Meanness is the pass for the mean; and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. The rules of this society are to serve the rich, boy! Because I am richer than you, your beloved girlfriend acts like a bitch in heat.”
While smiling lustfully, he held Tracy in his arms unscrupulously and gave her a hard kiss.
As if to cater to Alex's perverted fetish, she gasped and responded passionately.
After a few seconds, both of them looked at Caleb with arrogance, one proud and the other disdainful.
Caleb was so angry that he wanted to become a 'butcher' and kill the two despicable bitches!
As soon as he took a step forward, Alex was frightened and took a few steps back.
After all, although Caleb looked thin, long-term physical labor had made his body full of strength, whom was not that simple to fight with by someone like a 'Goblin'.
Tracy also stood up at the right time and stood in front of him to prevent Caleb from using violence against her cash cow.
"Caleb, you can't fight Alex! Otherwise, there will no longer be a place for you in this city!"
Her harsh words also calmed Caleb down a bit. He looked at them, loosened his fists little by little, and finally said something.
"You two will pay the price for this in the future!"
After saying that, Caleb turned and left.
"Pay for the price? The price is to stay away from an incompetent waste as you forever!"
Tracy looked at his back and shouted loudly, her voice echoing in the hotel corridor...
After leaving the hotel, Caleb returned to his off-campus rental house.
Because he often needed to work part-time, for convenience and not to disturb his roommates, he rented a room in an old apartment closest to the school.
Lying on the bed, sweet scenes of dating Tracy appeared in his mind, but the truth told him that it was all false!
How ridiculous! He was manipulated by a woman!
He stared at the ceiling blankly, and suddenly felt that he had no motivation and goal to live actively.
He felt a little confused...
At this moment, his cell phone suddenly sounded a text message notification tone.
Caleb was stunned for a moment, then randomly opened his phone and took a glance. When he saw the content of the text message, his eyes widened and he fell into extreme shock.
""Notification from Bank of Los Santiago: Your account has been credited with $ 5,000,000 on 19th, July. If you have any questions, please contact customer service.""
Caleb immediately sat up and looked at the text message excitedly.
"OMG! Five million! Is this a joke that others made on me?" He murmured to himself in disbelief.
Bang bang bang!
Before he could figure out the origin of this text message, there was a rapid knock on the door.
As soon as the door opened, a hot and seductive woman appeared. Caleb’s eyes subconsciously swept over the two plump “hemispheres” on her upper body, as well as her graceful slender legs in black stockings. However, he averted her gaze when Caleb saw the woman’s face. "Mrs. Hattie, you... Well, it’s really a nice day today! Anything I can do for you?" Caleb touched his head and asked with some embarrassment and worry. "Little Caleb, have you think about how to pay the rent?" Mrs. Hattie spoke, her voice of seduction, and the desire in her fiery eyes were like burning Magma that was going to melt him. Caleb was startled, thinking that it would be better if she really came to him for the rent... "Mrs. Hattie, my salary is about to be paid. Could you please give me one more week?" Caleb took his courage and asked cautiously. "You have no money?! Caleb, considering that you are a college student, I have already given you half a month's grace! Now you want me to give you an extr
Two o'clock in the afternoon, outside the Knight Building, located in the most luxurious area of the city center.Caleb looked at the luxury cars parked by the roadside. The social elites coming and going were also very well-dressed.In comparison, he was like a beggar, out of tune with this place."Sorry, you can't beg here!"As soon as Caleb entered the building, he was stopped by a security guard immediately."I'm not a beggar!" Caleb explained angrily."We are also not allowed to deliver food here!"Glancing at Caleb's attire, the security guard was surprised to find that he was not a beggar but a delivery boy. He frowned but still stretched out his hand to prevent Caleb from entering the building."I'm also not here to make the delivery! I'm here to find someone!""Then do you have any appointment? Who made the appointment with you?" The security guard stared at him and asked confusedly."Jack Nat! He told me his name was Jack Nat and asked me to come to the 49th floor of this bu
Caleb, still processing her words, found himself abruptly seized by two stern-faced security officers."Hey..." he started, only to be cut off by her command."Take this disgusting man away from here. He literally molested me!" she declared, her words slicing through the air."Don't worry, Ma'am, we'll handle it," assured the head of security. Caleb, with pleading eyes, made no attempt to resist, opting to offer a feeble defense."It was an accident..." he attempted to explain, but her scornful dismissal echoed louder."Why is this despicable man still here? Get him out of my sight!"As he was being dragged away, a booming voice pierced through the background, adding an unexpected layer of tension to the unfolding drama."What in the world is happening here, Ms. Mathews?" The CEO's voice echoed through the lobby, stunning her with the sudden arrival and firm tone."Sir, this guy came in without permission, and, um..." She stammered, beads of nervous sweat forming on her forehead as she
The sound of basketballs echoed in the gym as two groups took up space.On one side, bathed in the harsh glow of the overhead lights, stood a mix of hopeful athletes engaged seriously in their practice session. In the background of this, a small trio was Caleb, flanked by his steadfast friends Tommy and Jake.On the opposite side of the gym, an another group led by Kenneth, were more focused on mockery than genuine engagement of the game. The female cheerleaders, including Tracy and Susan, aligned themselves with this formidable groupCoach gathered the players in a huddle, delivering a stern lecture that echoed through the gymnasium."Alright, team! Today's training session is crucial, and I expect each one of you to give it your best. Remember, teamwork is the key to success. Now, pay attention to your positions, communicate on the court, and, most importantly, stay focused!"He coach blew the whistle, signaling the start of the training session. The gymnasium erupted with the sounds
"Let's try something more up to our standards for a change," Kenneth sneered, glancing disdainfully at Caleb."There's this new place that opened last weekend, 'The Elite,'" he announced with a wicked gleam in his eyes, deliberately emphasizing the name as if to underscore its exclusivity.Caleb, usually calm when dealing with Kenneth's taunts, suddenly felt a boost of confidence. The sleek black card in his pocket and the comfort of knowing he had 5 million in his bank account gave him an unspoken sense of power. It was the first time Caleb felt ready to stand up for himself."Sure, Kenneth, let's give 'The Elite' a try. But here's the deal—we split the bill right down the middle." His voice carried an unwavering assurance, catching Kenneth off guard.Kenneth, momentarily knocked off his high horse "Split the bill? Come on, Caleb, are you serious? Can you even cover your share?" he sneered, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes.Caleb, however, responded with a subtle smile, i
The table quieted as the dishes arrived, a tempting mix of delicious scents wafting through the air. An uncertain hush, fell over the table, everyone eyeing the extravagant spread before them. The aroma of the dishes filled the space, momentarily distracting them from the brewing tension.With a grin, Caleb declared, "Bon appétit!" and elegantly grasped his knife and fork to start on his meal. The rest eagerly followed suit.Laughter and cheerful banter gradually replaced the initial silence as they delved into the delectable fare.Yet, on one side of the table, an uneasy tension loomed. Kenneth, feeling the weight of the impending bill, nervously loosened a button on his shirt. The extravagant meal, initially a delight, now felt like a financial burden. "What's the matter?" Tracy leaned in toward Kenneth."Nothing," he replied, discreetly opening his wallet to check his cash, a flicker of concern crossing his face.Tracy noticed Kenneth's unease as he glanced inside his wallet. Th
Caleb entered the vibrant shopping mall, the buzz of activity surrounding him. His quest was twofold: first, to bid farewell to his outdated, non-smartphone with the purchase of a new, cutting-edge device; second, a wardrobe overhaul. Determined to make a statement at Susan's birthday bash.Caleb stepped into a shop boasting the biggest brands in the mall. As he browsed, the shop assistant shot him a disdainful look."Isn't that the guy who delivers our pizza?" one of them whispered. The others looked up."Oh, yeah, it's him. Anyone order pizza?" The remark echoed through the group, met with a collective shake of heads."Hold on a minute. What's he doing here? Why's he eyeing the suits?" another assistant questioned, a hint of skepticism in their tone."I've got no idea, but let me handle this," another assistant declared, striding rudely toward Caleb, ready to intervene."What are you doing?" He asked"Hey there, I'm on the lookout for some suits. Can you guide me to the best ones?" C
Returning to his apartment, a group of porters followed behind carrying with the newly purchased clothes. As they worked, his neighbor, the girl who had kindly paid his rent, watched the scene unfold. Guiding the porters with swift instructions, Caleb spotted his neighbor in the hallway. Flashing a sincere smile, he casually approached her."Hey there," Caleb greeted.The girl reciprocated with a smile, "Hey."Without hesitation, Caleb pulled out his wallet, handing her a wad of cash—the money she had graciously used to cover his rent."The money I owe you. I don't what I would have done, if you hadn't stepped in. You were my knight in shining armor when the rent monster attacked, and I can't thank you enough."The girl chuckled, "No problem. I actually overheard most of the conversation, and her offer was beyond disgusting."Caleb shuddered, "Lucky for me, you rescued me from her predatory gaze. I might have become her plaything otherwise. I owe you big time for that."She simply smi
As Caleb began to walk out of the classroom, Professor Hanks reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and disbelief."Caleb," she said softly but firmly, "I need you to tell me the truth. Did you steal that money?"Caleb looked down at her hand gripping his and then met her gaze. He could see the earnest plea in her eyes, the hope that he wasn't guilty. He took a deep breath, his expression calm and resolute."No, Professor Hanks," he replied quietly. "I didn't steal the money."Professor Hanks studied his face for a long moment, searching for any hint of deceit. Finally, she released his hand with a sigh, a flicker of hope still lingering in her eyes."Alright, Caleb," she said firmly, her grip still strong on his hand. "But don't stay silent like you did here. You need to defend yourself clearly when you see the headmaster. Speak the truth and avoid any unnecessary remarks. I'll do everything in my power to support you,
Jane’s eyes were fixed on Caleb, desperately waiting for him to say something, to shout, to scream his innocence. But he remained calm and collected, his gaze never wavering from Carl. Carl, noticing Caleb's unwavering calm, smirked and turned to Mr. Henderson. "Here's the proof, sir. Now it's up to you how you deal with this thief." Mr. Henderson glanced at Professor Hanks, who was staring at Caleb in shock, unable to reconcile the calm student with the accusations against him. Mr. Henderson nodded and said, "I can't believe after all this time we've actually caught the thief red-handed. Caleb, come with me to the staffroom. We will discuss further what we should do with you with the rest of the staff." Hearing Mr. Henderson's words, some students nodded in agreement, murmuring among themselves that Caleb should be punished. The accusation seemed to fit with the recent rumors and suspicions. However, those who were close to Caleb, especially Jake, Tommy, and Jane, were filled
The students stared at Caleb with disgust, their eyes shifting between him and the pouch on his desk. Whispers and pointed fingers only deepened the collective disdain. Many had always harbored suspicions about Caleb, simply because he was poor. Yet, in the last few months, something had changed. Caleb had started spending money freely, treating classmates to dinners in expensive restaurants, flaunting an attitude of newfound confidence. The sudden shift was startling. Now, with Jane's pouch found among his belongings, the students were convinced their suspicions were confirmed. To them, Caleb's recent spending spree must have been funded by stolen money from the college. The atmosphere was thick with judgment, the air filled with murmurs and pointed looks. No one seemed to remember the Caleb who once struggled quietly. Instead, they saw only the image of a thief, their minds made up by the damning evidence before them. "I can't believe it!" another student exclaimed, shock evident
"Well, Carl, after an hour, you'll regret what you're doing right now, and you will pay for what you have done." Carl narrowed his eyes at Caleb momentarily and chuckled, muttering under his breath, "Is that a threat?" Caleb didn’t bother to respond, his silence conveying more than words could. Carl shrugged off Caleb's words, confident that they were meaningless. What could a loser like Caleb do anyway? Carl's smirk grew as he unzipped the bag. He knew that as soon as the money was found, there would be no escape for Caleb. The whole class fell silent, the only sound being the slow, deliberate zip opening Caleb's bag. Kenneth leaned forward on his desk, casting a quick glance at Tracy, who had a small smirk playing on her lips. They knew that any moment now, their plan would come to fruition. On the other hand, Tommy and Jake watched nervously, their anxiety palpable. But the most anxious of all was Jane, the class monitor. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was
"I..." Caleb began, weighing his words carefully. Caleb paused for a moment, his mind racing as he processed the situation. He instinctively slid his hands into his pockets, a subtle gesture to calm his nerves. His gaze shifted towards Carl once more, observing the smug confidence etched on his face. It was becoming clear to Caleb that Carl wasn't acting on mere suspicion but had orchestrated this accusation deliberately. The reason for Carl's unwavering confidence in Caleb's guilt pointed to a calculated plan. As Caleb pondered Carl's motives, his eyes flickered briefly to his desk where his bag lay discarded underneath. He couldn't shake the sinking feeling that the money, the very evidence Carl was banking on finding, might have already been planted there. A surge of frustration and anger welled up within him, but he maintained his composure outwardly, preparing to address Professor Hanks and the rest of the class with clarity and conviction. He had been set up. As his
Professor Hanks's hand slammed down on the table with a resounding thud, instantly quelling the rising chatter that had filled the room. "Silence!" Her authoritative command cut through the noise like a knife, demanding the attention of every student present. Once the room had settled into a tense silence, she fixed her unwavering gaze on Caleb, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Caleb," she began, her voice firm yet tinged with curiosity, "do you have anything to say?" Her eyes bore into his, silently urging him to speak up and address the accusations that had been thrown his way. Caleb paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before standing up. "What Carl said just now-his analysis of what could have happened-is very reasonable," he began, his voice calm and measured. "However, there is one small thing he seems to have forgotten to mention." Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "And what might that be?" she prompted, her gaze s
Mr. Henderson straightened his tie with an air of authority, smoothing back a few nonexistent strands of hair as he smiled at Professor Hanks. "Just before you arrived, we may have made some progress regarding the thief," Mr. Henderson announced, his voice projecting across the room. He briefly glanced over at Caleb, who met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, her expression shifting to one of focused curiosity. Stepping closer to Mr. Henderson, she asked in a firm tone, "What progress have you made?" Mr. Henderson's smile widened slightly, relishing the attention from Professor Hanks. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice as if sharing a confidential matter. "Before you got here, Carl accused Caleb of being the thief." Professor Hanks's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She scanned the room until her gaze landed on Caleb, who met her look with a disbelief apprehension. Carl stood smugly with his arms folded across his ches
Mr. Henderson's expression shifted from annoyance to cautious interest. He fixed Carl with a penetrating stare. "You know who it is, Carl? Thrn enlighten us" he demanded, his voice low and serious, cutting through the chatter in the classroom. Carl took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking again. "It's..." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. The suspense in the room was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity as everyone waited for him to continue. As tension hung thick in the air of the classroom, Carl stood up abruptly, his face wearing a confident smirk. His words cut through the silence like a knife. "The thief is amongst us," Carl declared, his voice echoing off the walls, "and he is sitting in this room right now!" A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as students exchanged shocked glances. Whispers erupted like a sudden storm, as everyone began to scrutinize their classmates with newfound suspicion. Mr. Henderson, hi
The professor's glare bore into Jane with unmasked frustration. "Do you have any brains ! Thats what happebscwhen you dont listen!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the classroom walls. "I explicitly warned all students on the notice board to be vigilant with their belongings, knowing there's a thief among us. Yet you, young lady, have managed to have the entire class's fees stolen. And you dare call yourself a class monitor!"His words stung like a whip cracking through the air, each syllable laced with disappointment and accusation. The classroom seemed to shrink under the weight of his condemnation, leaving Jane visibly shaken under the harsh spotlight of Professor Henderson's scrutiny.Jane stood frozen under the professor's harsh gaze, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to find her voice amidst the palpable tension in the room."I... I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I... I didn't mean to... I thought... I thought it would be s