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 building to meet him!" Caleb explained hurriedly.
However, the security guard burst out laughing after hearing what he said.
"Jack... Nat? You? A delivery boy! Boy, today is not April Fool's Day. You will be punished for disturbing my work! Go away!"
After laughing, he looked at Caleb sternly.
Meanwhile, Caleb's mind was filled with the inheritance, and he was not in the mood to tangle with the security guard at the entrance, so he directly past the security guard and ran to the elevator.
"You unreasonable bastard! You can't go in, come back!"
When the security guard saw Caleb breaking in, he quickly chased after him.
Ding——
Just then, the door of the elevator opened.
The security guard could only watch Caleb run into the elevator.
"Ah--"
However, a woman's exclamation suddenly came from inside after Caleb entered the elevator.
He was running too fast just now and without stopping in time, he bumped into a female employee in the elevator.
"Are you blind? Didn't you see anyone here? Are you running so fast to run for president?"
"Sorry..."
Hearing the woman's complaints, Caleb looked at her.
She was wearing a red miniskirt, with a plump and sexy figure, flesh-colored stockings and red high heels. Even her hair’s red.
And such a hot beauty was glaring at him with an anger.
Because she just spilled the coffee in her hand because of his impact, causing a large brown stain her white shirt.
The coffee stains made the shirt on her chest cling tightly to her body, and the two large balls of baby canteen almost burst her top.
Caleb swallowed hard and subconsciously took out a tissue from his pants pocket, intending to help her wipe away the coffee stains.
However, after a few wipes, he suddenly realized his mistake.
"Ah - pervert!"
Accompanied by the woman's scream and Caleb's continuous apologies, the elevator steadily rose.
Ding--
The elevator reached the 27th floor.
"You pervert, come out with me and I'll call the security guards to catch you right now!"
The woman grabbed Caleb by the collar, glared at him angrily, and tried to drag him out of the elevator.
Caleb couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw many staff around him paying attention, and some even made phone calls, seemingly calling for security.
"Sorry for my rudeness..."
So, he apologized, and then gave the woman a shove and pushed her out of the elevator.
Under the woman's surprised and angry gaze, the elevator closed again and climbed up.
"Miss Dora, why are you sitting on the ground? Where is that thug?"
The security captain who had just arrived asked the young woman sitting on the ground with a puzzled look.
"You idiots! How could you let a pervert into the company? Catch him quickly, I will send him to prison, and find some strong men to accompany him to pick up soaps..." She said bitterly, gritting her teeth.
"But..." The security captain was a little embarrassed.
"But what?" She frowned.
"He went to the 49th floor. Mr. Nat has ordered that no one is allowed to get in without his permission..." the security captain reminded.
"......"
She was stunned for a moment, then said.
"Go to the first floor and wait for him! Send people to block all the exits..."
At this time in the elevator, Caleb looked at his right hand with some regrets.
"Dude, you've had enough of touching it, but I'm going to be unlucky next!"
After a while, the elevator arrived at the 49th floor.
He came out of the elevator and was surprised to find that there was only one super large and luxurious office on the entire floor, which even had a gym, bathroom and bedroom.
Moreover, it’s wonderful to overlook the entire Los Santiago from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
At this time, after seeing Caleb come in, an old man in a black tuxedo walked quickly to his side and said in a very respectful tone.
"Mr. King, I'm Jack Nat. It's an honor to see you here!"
Seeing the legend of Los Santiago treating him with such respect, Caleb couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Mr. Nat, the inheritance you mentioned before...what exactly is going on?"
"Mr. King, do you still remember that you saved an old man five years ago?" Jack reminded softly.
Caleb was stunned for a moment and recalled carefully, remembering that he did save an old man who was hit by a car in high school, and after sending the old man to the hospital, he also donated 800 ml of blood.
Coincidentally, both of them have RH negative blood, a very rare blood type.
However, he went to school after donating the blood, and it was unclear whether the old man survived.
He almost forgot about it, but he didn't expect that the inheritance was related to an old stranger!
"Mr. King, that old man is actually the chairman of Fox Capital, John Fox. He passed away three days ago. He had no children and left a will. His entire estate will be inherited by you!" Jack said slowly and carefully.
This sentence was like thunder on the ground!
Caleb was immediately shocked, and what Jack said kept looping in his mind.
He is going to inherit a huge inheritance! Ten million dollars? One hundred million? Or even a billion?
He swallowed and asked excitedly.
"Excuse me...how much wealth can I inherit?"
"......"
Jack was stunned for a moment, and then began to calculate one by one.
"Aerospace Alliance, Brown Military, Coco Beverage, Fire Dragon Entertainment, Light Group, Sky Network... and Knight Group. These are major companies in the Americas controlled by the Fox Capital."
"There are also many subsidiaries and other assets on the remaining continents, including super farms, sports cars, estates, antiques, jewelry..."
"The total valuation is about 1.5 trillion..."
Caleb's whole body was shaking with excitement, and he felt like he was going crazy with joy.
One point five trillion! It's US dollars! Not Zimbabwe currency!
But he controlled himself to calm down, because he thought of a question that confused him.
"Mr. Nat, did you really not lie to me? $1.5 trillion, which is one-third of the annual fiscal revenue of the world's largest economy! How can someone possess so much wealth?"
After hesitating for a moment, he continued.
"And I have never heard of John Fox on the global rich list, the Fox Rankings. Even the richest man, the great Gatsby, is far from his wealth..."
Seeing Caleb being so cautious, Jack smiled, seemingly satisfied with his performance.
"You can keep calm and think under such circumstances. You have the qualities that a successful businessman should have. No matter how greedy you are, you must stay rational!"
Then, he changed the topic, "The so-called global rich list is just a tool for rich people to compete for fame and wealth. Through it, they can gain fame so as to obtain more social resources. As for Mr. Fox, his wealth, has reached out of them! Also, haven’t you noticed that the Fox rankings have something in common with Mr. Fox?”
"You mean... Mr. Fox actually decides the Fox rankings!" Caleb's eyes widened and he was shocked.
It turns out that the real top rich are good at hiding themselves and being the manipulators behind the scenes.
Jack smiled and nodded. Then he took out a document from the drawer, handed it to Caleb, and said seriously.
"This is the will and asset transfer agreement made by Mr. Fox. Please read it! If there is no problem, you will be the richest man in the world after signing it!"
"By the way, please note that Mr. Fox has a request for you. You can also regard it as a personal request. He hopes that you can marry Miss Sophia Windsor."
"As a gentleman, you will not refuse his kindness, right?"
Looking at Jack, who kept smiling, Caleb was speechless.
A strange old man whom he had only saved once suddenly gave him his inheritance and a fiancée...
"Of course, as a gentleman who respects the elderly, Miss Windsor will be my wife from now on, no matter how poor or ugly she is."
Hearing his sincere speech, Jack nodded happily.
However, what Caleb was actually thinking about was...
Poverty? It doesn't matter. Combined with his and her wealth, they will still be the richest family in the world.
Ugly? It still doesn’t matter. It’s said that South Korea’s plastic surgery technology is very powerful—— there is no ugly but only poor.
Without hesitation, Caleb picked up the pen and signed his name on the document.
Later, Jack took out a black diamond-encrusted bank card and a personal business card from his pocket.
"Young Master, this black card is the highest-level credit card of the Global Bank. There is no limit, as long as your consumption does not exceed the total value of the Fox Capital; and with this card, you can enjoy the highest-quality services at any hotel and entertainment venue under Fox. In addition, the other is my personal business card, you can call me if you need."
"Okay!" Caleb’s excitement gradually calmed down.
"Shall I take you down?" Jack said politely.
"No, I’ll just leave by myself."
Caleb waved his hand casually, turned and left.
However, he was surrounded by more than a dozen security guards when he arrived at the first floor after several minutes.
"Pervert! Caught you finally!"
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 the live broadcast's popularity waned, Caleb sensed the need for a game-changing move. Without hesitation, he unleashed a spectacle—a jaw-dropping gift in the form of a $50,000 aircraft carrier!📬 **LookingGood77:** What, Seriously. Is this for real?💥 **FashionVoyager:** This guy just took gift-giving to a whole new level! 🚁🌟 **StyleEnigma:** An aircraft carrier! Whoa!🚀 **TrendTrailblazer:** I need friends like him. All I get are virtual high-fives.💬 **GlamGuru:** Forget the carrier; can @TheKing99 gift us some too? Out of the blue, the comments started pouring in, one after another, spreading like wildfire. The live broadcast room experienced a sudden surge in popularity, as if catching fire in an instant.Emily sat there, eyes wide with astonishment, a silent gasp escaping her lips as she gazed into the camera. Tears welled up, reflecting the disbelief etched across her face. A hand instinctively found its place on her chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat that mirrored t
As Caleb stepped into Emily's room, the sight that greeted him was a table adorned with a spread of dishes, their inviting aromas wafting through the air."Wow, what's all this?" Caleb exclaimed, his eyes taking in the feast."I had this burning desire to celebrate, you know? Something fantastic happened earlier, and I needed to share the joy with someone. That someone turned out to be you," Emily beamed with infectious excitement.Caught in the contagious wave of her excitement, Caleb's smile broadened. "Alright. What are we celebrating?"Emily motioned toward the table, "Grab a seat first, and I'll tell you.""Sure thing," Caleb responded, his curiosity piqued. "I just realized I'm starving."Seated across from each other, the room bathed in warm hues from a softly lit lamp, Caleb and Emily began to indulge in the delightful spread."Ok, so you won't believe what happened," Emily shared.Caleb, feigning ignorance, played along, "Okay, what happened?"She proceeded to unveil the tal
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