All Chapters of Rebate System: From Poor Student To Billionaire Playboy : Chapter 51
- Chapter 60
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Chapter 51. Marcus Winters Room
Marcus Winters was sprawled across his ridiculous VIP dorm couch, controller in hand, eyes glued to a massive flat-screen like he didn’t have a single responsibility in life. Same room, same stupid neon lights, same spot where he’d humiliated Harry… and hit him… like Harry was furniture.But tonight? Marcus wasn’t enjoying his game at all. He kept dying in the same spot. Respawn. Die. Respawn. Die. He was twitchy as hell.Jeremy, lounging beside him with chips on his chest, finally noticed.“Bro… you’re still thinking about that Harry thing, aren’t you?”Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Of course I am. Tell me how it makes sense that a church rat suddenly has money. And not small money — enough to buy what he bought at that boutique. It just makes no damn sense.”Jeremy shrugged. “Maybe he inherited something. Or won a lottery. Stuff happens.”Marcus scoffed. “Sure, that would explain it. But people like him shouldn’t be rich. No class. No taste. They don’t know what to do with money.” He sno
Chapter 52. Mia’s Husband
They walked toward him, utterly unaware of the emotional car crash happening behind Harry’s eyes. And that’s when he saw it again, the ring on her finger. Big, shiny, and obvious. He wondered how he had missed it at the boutique. Was he blind? Delusional? Stupid? Probably all three. He pushed his door open and stepped aside as they made trip after trip unloading the boxes into his living room. The whole time, Mia and her husband were laughing, whispering, bumping shoulders, acting like newlyweds in a romantic comedy. Meanwhile, Harry stood there watching the universe humiliate him in 4K. When the final box was set down, the giant, Vinny, as Harry heard Mia call him a couple times, took a breath and turned to him. “So, Harry,” Vinny said, genuinely friendly. “Do you work out?” Harry blinked. “Uh… no.” Vinny nodded with the seriousness of a doctor delivering a diagnosis. “You’ve got potential, young man. With the right routine, you could get shredded, with abs, pecs, delts… everyt
Chapter 53. An unforgettable Nightmare
Good news seemed to be spreading everywhere, but Harry was buried in deep sleep. He’d never been fond of sleeping, for him, rest had always been a stranger. His old job and studying at night forced him to stay alert most nights, so the habit of being awake had stuck with him. Still, he knew that rest was one of the few priorities he couldn’t ignore anymore.But this time, something strange happened.Harry found himself dreaming, though the details were hazy. He stood in what looked like an abandoned playground, no older than seven years old. The place was silent, no children’s laughter, no passing cars, not even the sound of wind. Rusted swings creaked softly as if they’d been left behind by time itself.He glanced around, his small hands trembling slightly. The odd thing was, even in this child’s body, Harry’s mind remained the same, the adult him was fully conscious, aware that something about this dream wasn’t right.“Hello?” his young voice echoed across the empty park, fading int
Chapter 54. A Lingering Pest
When the barber finally set his clippers down, Harry silently prayed to every god he could think of that this man hadn’t just ruined his hair. The irony wasn’t lost on him, how could a bald guy be a barber? It was like trusting a vegetarian to cook the perfect steak.But the moment Harry caught his reflection in the mirror, all doubts vanished.“…And done,” the barber said, stepping aside with a grin.Harry’s jaw nearly dropped. The guy had performed a miracle. The cut was sharp, clean, the kind of style that made you stop and admire yourself. His messy fringe was gone, revealing his face fully for the first time in ages. His green eyes stood out now, brighter, more alive.It was an undercut, neatly shaven sides with just the right length left on top. The transformation was insane.“Goddamn,” Harry muttered, breaking into a grin. “I look amazing.”The bald barber chuckled, clearly satisfied with his work. Praise from a happy customer was all the thanks a craftsman needed.“What’s your
Chapter 55. Reaching Out To Carmen
Harry had a darkness in him most people would never recognize unless he wanted them to. Not the cartoon-villain kind, but the cold, calculating streak that surfaced whenever he planned something brutal. And right now? He was planning something brutal.Alicia’s future, her bright sparkly top model future? Yeah, that was tied directly to him. Her rise, her fall, everything. And the funniest, cruelest part was that she didn’t know it yet. Only Harry knew how this story ended. Only he knew where he was steering things. But he wasn’t thinking about Alicia right this second. His mind drifted somewhere else.He checked the balance on his account again, and it was roughly around $208,000,000.Most people would faint just seeing that number. Harry didn’t flinch. He wasn’t worried about running out of money; if anything, he could double that number whenever he wanted. But doubling it wasn’t the smart move right now. Not yet. Not until he laid down the foundation, the pillars, the “this makes se
Chapter 56. Dean Morrison
Harry walked across Crestview University that morning with the sun in his eyes and a quiet fire under his ribs. The place looked the same as always, perfect lawns, fancy buildings, the whole “rich kids only” vibe, but he wasn’t the same kid who used to keep his head down. He wore a suit that actually fit, shoes that didn’t squeak, shoulders straight like he finally remembered he had a spine. And people noticed. Students froze mid-sentence when he passed. Some stared. Some whispered. A few tried to act like they weren’t looking, failing miserably. Funny how money, or the look of it, made people suddenly pay attention. He took the elevator to the third floor and walked straight to the Accounting Faculty offices. The secretary glanced up at him. She didn’t give him the usual look, the “oh, another broke kid asking for something” look. No, today she treated him like someone who mattered. “Good morning,” he said. “I need to see Dean Morrison.” “Do you have an appointment, Mr…?” “Farr
Chapter 57. Meeting Scott
Harry placed the call immediately after he left the university, and although appointments were usually scheduled days in advance, the urgency on the other end was obvious, so they agreed to meet him immediately. Their desperation worked in his favor. They arranged to meet at a construction site, though Harry couldn’t shake the idea that it might be a setup, maybe someone would jump him from behind a truck. Still, the likelihood was low. To be safe, he left his car at home and arrived by Taxiplus instead, a decision he didn’t regret in the slightest. The ride took less than twenty minutes. When Harry stepped out, he immediately noticed all sorts of heavy-duty construction vehicles scattered around the lot. If these people were trying to prove they were legitimate, the display worked. There were no buildings yet, nothing close to finished construction, just an RV parked right in the center like a command post. Harry paused outside for a moment. Even the Taxiplus driver lingered l
Chapter 58. Rhianon Relapsed
Harry felt a wave of relief knowing everything with Scott was officially settled. The transfer of $2,300,000 had gone through without a hitch, and just like that, the project was in motion. The cost didn’t bother him, money, to Harry, was something he could replenish almost instantly.What did bother him was the realization that he hadn’t been maximizing the rebate system. He’d been thinking too small, limiting the benefits to transactions involving the women in his growing circle. But now he understood something important: every major expense counted. Every large purchase meant more returns. And if the system kept rewarding him like this, then winning Carmen over would be inevitable.Harry smirked to himself.He really was the full package, wealthy, sharp, charming, and the sort of man who could make a woman feel safe and light-headed all at once.He’d paid the Taxiplus driver extra to hang around while he talked to Scott, but when Scott said he wanted to see the property immediately
Chapter 59. A Difficult Doctor
The moment Melissa hung up, Harry was already sprinting out to the curb. There was no time to double back home for his car keys, every second felt urgent. He flagged down the first cab he saw and practically dove inside, rattling off the hospital address before the door even closed behind him.Melissa had already called an ambulance. Rhianon was on her way to the ER before Harry even left the construction site. He didn’t have a clear picture of what had happened, only fragments, broken sobs on the phone, but her trembling voice alone had been enough to twist something tight in his chest.He hadn’t felt like this when Alicia cried.This was… different.Maybe because he sensed the severity of the situation. Maybe because Melissa wasn’t crying out of frustration, she was crying out of fear.The cab jerked to a stop in front of the hospital, and Harry tossed a wad of cash at the driver before rushing through the sliding doors. He scanned the waiting room until his eyes landed on Melissa.
Chapter 60. A Fixed Issue
Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t adding up. For a doctor to threaten to call the police, despite the confidentiality expected in a hospital, meant the situation was far worse than what he had been told. And the way Melissa had looked at the man, as if she already knew him from somewhere, only raised more questions.But this wasn’t the moment for interrogations or theories.That was why Harry stepped out of the room and went to speak with the doctor privately. Their conversation was brief, quiet, and tense. Harry didn’t defend what Rhianon had done, nor did he try to manipulate the situation with excuses. Instead, he asked for leniency, for one final chance. He promised that if something like this ever happened again, he would be the one to call the authorities himself.And then, to make sure the matter ended there, he transferred a generous amount of money into the doctor’s account.The truth was simple: if every physician reported every overdose, every relapse,