Sudden Fortune

Chapter 3

Brandon came home weak, was fired by the hotel manager and cruelly kicked out when he wanted to meet his father.

Brandon walked alone with a hungry stomach, a sore body and a sad heart, several people looked at him with strange facial expressions. They all must think Brandon is a beggar.

Brandon didn't care, until finally he was shocked because a luxury car suddenly stopped in front of him.

A young man Brandon recognized got out of the luxury car. Brandon snorted and was about to continue walking, but unfortunately the collar of the shirt Brandon was wearing was pulled so that Brandon felt strangled.

“Hello, poor boy,” said the young man.

“Get your hands off of me, Ethan. I have nothing to do with you."

"Hahahaha but I'm happy to meet you, especially seeing your miserable condition like this,"

Brandon is used to being insulted by everyone, including his father's son and his new wife.

“Aren't we brothers—”

"Since when do I admit that you are my brother?"

“Oh—I actually hate admitting that fact, too. But damn! You have the same blood as my Daddy!”

Suddenly Ethan hit Brandon in the face until Brandon fell. Brandon looked at Ethan who was now pulling his collar.

"I just wanted to say hello to you. You look pathetic in this condition. I will tell Daddy that his son looks increasingly poor, while Daddy is increasingly rich,"

Brandon kicked Ethan in the stomach as he tried to get up. When he succeeded, he immediately laughed at Ethan.

“Just say it, Ethan. Besides, I don't care if he gets richer. When I asked him for help, he never gave it, I was told to work hard on my own, and now I will too. Your wealth is not important to me."

"Oh, your mouth is so arrogant,"

Brandon was beaten again until he finally became unconscious. He could no longer endure the pain wracking his body. Too much hurt him. Until he had difficulty fighting back.

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“Wake up, you've suffered enough. Do you want wealth? I can give you wealth."

A hoarse voice was heard before Brandon finally opened his weak eyes. He was in the hospital and lying helpless in bed when he regained consciousness.

"Argh,"

"Mr. Brandon Marley... are you awake?"

Brandon turned towards the sound and found a nurse who was panicking and immediately called a doctor for him.

''Where am I?'' he asked weakly, making the nurse turn around.

"In the hospital, you are in the VIP room because you are a patient with a lot of money in the bank account. You must be from a rich family, right?"

"A lot of money?" asked Brandon in disbelief while his head still hurt.

"Yes, you have 200,500,000 dollars in your bank account. Ah, sorry, this is your cell phone," said the nurse as she handed Brandon his cell phone and then continued saying, "I have to check your cell phone beforehand to find out your name and identity. All treatment fees have been paid in full. The doctor will examine you in a moment so you can recover quickly."

The nurse left Brandon in his room and asked Brandon to continue resting while waiting for the doctor to come.

Brandon was struggling with his cellphone and immediately gasped in surprise. It turned out to be true, he found money worth 200,500,000 dollars. His eyes were wide in shock and his hands were shaking because he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Brandon was treated at a well-known hospital and had the best treatment opinion. Even the treatment rooms have very complete facilities. But he never thought about where he got that much money to be able to lie in the hospital.

“Where does this much money come from?” Brandon looked straight ahead while holding his chest. His heart was pounding now.

While he was still digesting all this, suddenly his cell phone vibrated and the screen displayed a notification. There was a message there that came but he didn't know who sent it.

“All the money is yours, Brandon. And you have to spend it quickly."

Brandon frowned, feeling even more confused. He had to spend that much money quickly.

"Is this a scam?" He said quietly, still staring at the message sent to him.

“You should spend that money without asking questions. Take revenge on those bad guys, and show everyone that you are a great Brandon. Fulfill all your needs and seek a good life. I know you've been living in an inadequate flat. Now find a suitable place for you to live,"

Brandon exhaled several times while massaging his forehead. "Who are you? Can you tell me who you really are?” he asked while looking at the cellphone screen.

He waited for a while, but there were no more messages until he realized that the figure who sent the message to his cell phone was truly mysterious.

“Was my phone hacked? How could he send money to my bank account that had been empty and inactive for a long time? This is really weird!”

Before Brandon had time to calm down, when he was about to lie down again, suddenly a call came in from the owner of the flat he was renting. Brandon could already guess what would happen next.

"Gosh, the flat owner will definitely collect the flat rent in arrears that I can't pay yet," muttered Brandon before answering the man's call.

“Brandon! If you can't afford it, you better leave my flat! I don't want to accommodate poor people like you! You haven't paid for two months. How much longer will it take for me to be patient?! Get out of my flat!”

“I will pay, sir. Right now I'm in the hospital, I'll pay when I get back," Brandon tried to calm the man but he was shouted at again.

"Can't! You've promised too much! My patience is running out! If you don't pay by this afternoon, I'll take all your stuff out of the flat! I will send you my bank account, you can pay by transfer if you are in the hospital,"

The telephone call was ended by the owner of the flat that Brandon rented. In fact, Brandon will wait for his wages, which will be given in two days by the hotel where he works, to pay the flat rent.

He remembered the large amount of money in his bank account. He seemed to think for a moment then said "Should I use the money?"

Suddenly a call came from a number that Brandon didn't recognize. Brandon immediately answered because he was very curious.

“Don't hesitate to use the money that is already yours. Prove to those who hurt you that you do not deserve to be insulted."

Brandon blinked in surprise after hearing that firm voice. The call ended immediately even though Brandon's curiosity had not disappeared. Brandon was reminded again to use the money in his bank account.

“God, what should I do? Do I really have that much money?”

Brandon was almost desperate. His money ran out to fulfill his lover's wishes, then suddenly he was cheated on, his tuition fees had not been paid as well as the rent for the flat.

Brandon exhaled after reassuring himself. He has been to spend the money quickly.

"Okay, I'll use the money to pay the rent for the flat and I'll prove that the money is real," Brandon muttered and then started pressing the access code for his bank account. The amount of money there was still the same as what he saw earlier. Brandon immediately made a payment transaction using that amount of money.

Transaction successful!

Brandon's eyes blinked when he read the writing. He had just transferred thirty thousand five hundred dollars to the flat owner's bank account, and the money had been sent. The flat owner immediately contacted him.

“Hello, do you have a lot of money? I am very happy because I have received the money you sent, and finally you don't have any more debt. Because my heart is kind, I will clean the flat you rented so you can live comfortably there,"

Brandon was silent when he heard this. He still didn't expect it, his lips were tight and he couldn't say anything until finally the flat owner ended the call in a happy tone.

This is really real. He could pay the arrears on the flat he rented with that money. Brandon didn't think that it would be that easy to pay off his debt.

Brandon's thoughts were interrupted by an incoming call from Calvin. Brandon immediately answered "What's wrong? I'm at the hospital, sorry I can't do your assignment,”

“Don't ever come to my house again! "From now on you are not my personal assistant anymore,"

"What about my salary, Calvin?"

“I won't give it! Don't expect me to give you money!”

“But you promised!”

Calvin ended the telephone call. Brandon was lied to. In fact, so far he has carried out his duties well. He has a few days left to become Calvin's personal assistant and he will get a salary. But it turns out that Calvin was just playing with himself.