The Secret Successor

CHAPTER 342

Russell ate so much he couldn’t walk much distance from the donating camp. He had to unbutton his pants to be able to sit on the bench now.

“I didn’t even drink much water because I wanted to stuff as much food in my stomach as possible,” he thought. “Now, I’m finding it difficult to breathe, dammit.”

Many beggars were still passing by, and they packed their bags with food from the same camp. And they were talking about the food, saying that it had been many months since they tasted chicken and beef.

“Who exactly arranged that charity?” Russell wondered. “I asked some people, but nobody knew. There was no board or anything, so whoever it was, they probably didn’t want to reveal their names. Well, I owe them one, so maybe, I’ll also do this kind of charity in the future if possible.”

Even though he said those words, he soon realized that he sounded rather stupid because he didn’t have a single penny with him right now.

When he was living under his father’s roof, getting kicked out of t