I Delivered Food While Billionaires Waited for Me

Veridian City People's Hospital.

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

Colton Brown rushed into the hospital, holding an unconscious little girl in his arms, shouting loudly, "Doctor! Doctor! Save my daughter!"

Several nurses and doctors rushed out, busily carrying the child in Colton's arms into the emergency room.

"Hey, you can't go in!"

A nurse in sky-blue uniform with a mask on her face blocked Colton, who was trying to rush into the emergency room.

At this moment, the urgent sound of high heels tapping on the tiles came from behind, a "dudu" sound knocking on the heart.

"Colton!"

A delicate voice scolded!

Slap!

A crisp slap landed firmly on Colton's face.

In front of Colton, Leyla Anderson, with an angry expression and tears in her beautiful eyes, said, "If anything happens to my daughter, I won't let you off!"

Her tone was cold, filled with strong anger.

This scene frightened many patients' faVivianaes and patients in the hospital.

Colton, embarrassed and angry, kept his head down, without explaining.

"Hmph!"

Leyla snorted coldly, her eyes showing displeasure and disdain, evident even to an outsider.

Colton, like a child making a mistake, stood aside, keeping his head down and not daring to speak.

He secretly glanced a few times at the woman three meters away from him, his wife.

A woman who had already signed a divorce agreement with him and could officially divorce at any time.

Leyla was beautiful, with delicate features, a tall figure, and captivating curves. She was well-educated and had been the campus belle in college. She unexpectedly fell in love with Colton, and they had a flash marriage, resulting in their daughter, Viviana Brown.

However, their life after marriage was not smooth. Colton faced work difficulties, business failures, and their daughter suffered from congenital heart disease, depleting all their savings. Now, he earned a living by delivering takeout.

Leyla, on the other hand, was the Vice General Manager of the Marketing Department in a listed company. Her parents were government officials, one being a department head, the other a retired teacher.

It could be said that Colton had a low status in the Anderson family, and in the last two years, he had become practically invisible.

Due to Colton, Leyla had significant conflicts with her family, and her parents did not provide any financial assistance.

The elderly couple sternly told them that unless they divorced, they wouldn't provide financial assistance for their granddaughter's medical expenses. Moreover, after the divorce, the child would belong to the Anderson family.

This matter had been dragging on for a year.

The door of the emergency room opened, and Colton watched his daughter being pushed out. He wanted to rush over, but Leyla had already run over.

He hesitated and watched from a distance his adorable daughter.

Viviana reached out with her fair little hand, wearing a breathing mask. Her big eyes were as bright as black gems, murmuring, "Daddy..."

Colton walked over, held his daughter's cold little hand, gently smoothed the hair on her forehead, and smiled, "Daddy is here."

"Mom, don't quarrel with Daddy. It's not because Viviana is not good. Daddy promised to take me to the amusement park."

The three-year-old Viviana weakly spoke up for Colton.

Leyla smiled and replied, "Okay, Mom will listen to Viviana, and won't quarrel with Daddy."

"Colton, pay the hospitalization f*e."

A cold voice interrupted the conversation between Colton and his daughter.

He looked at Leyla, who just glanced at him coldly, accompanying their daughter into the ward.

Hastening to the inpatient department payment counter, Colton took out his bank card.

"Sorry, your card has no money." The nurse spoke coldly, glancing at him.

It turned out to be Colton.

A poor loser, always letting his wife bear the medical expenses.

Even though he could ask his mother-in-law and father-in-law for help, he refused to do so.

Such a man who cared about face so much, what a loser!

"No money?" Colton was greatly embarrassed.

Twisting his face, he bent down humbly and asked, "Nurse, can you give me a few more days?"

The nurse gave Colton a cold glance, a mocking look in her eyes, and said, "No money? Ask your wife. After all, you're just a freeloader."

"You!" Colton's face darkened.

The nurse crossed her arms directly, hmphed, and said, "Tomorrow, if you don't pay, you can go through the discharge procedures."

Then, she turned around and ignored him. She felt disgusted to talk to this kind of man.

Was being broke an excuse to be bullied?

Colton was unwilling and clenched his fists in frustration.

Just as he turned around, he was stopped by a proud male voice, "Hey, isn't this Colton? Where are you in such a hurry?"

Looking up, a handsome man stood in front of Colton, wearing a well-tailored suit and holding a fruit basket and a Peppa Pig plush toy.

"Andrew! Who asked you to come?" Colton's expression immediately darkened.

Andrew, his college buddy, had become his mortal enemy since he married Leyla.

Andrew also had a crush on Leyla.

"I asked him to come."

Leyla walked over at this moment, passing directly by Colton, with an apologetic smile on her face. "Andrew, sorry to trouble you again."

Seeing Leyla, Andrew's face, which had carried a hint of sarcasm, turned into a gracious smile. "It's okay, I'm also Viviana's uncle. This is for Viviana. I'll go pay now."

Having said that, he looked at Colton with a triumphant expression, disdain evident in his eyes.

Colton clenched his fists, his face turning cold as he asked Leyla, "Why did you ask him for money?"

"Do you have money? Do you want Viviana to be kicked out of the hospital tomorrow?" Leyla glared at Colton with an icy expression, then turned and walked with Andrew, chatting and laughing.

Colton, witnessing this scene, felt a tremendous blow to his self-esteem.

Money, money, money!

It's all about money!

Standing at the hospital entrance, Colton stood there for a long time, finally sighed, looked up at the blue sky, and then picked up his phone to make a call, "Mason, where are you? Let's meet."

In the rented room, Colton and Mason sat face to face. Mason, a bit thin and dark, handed Colton an Agricultural Bank card, saying, "Here's sixty thousand for now."

Colton took the bank card, his hand trembling slightly. "Mason, thank you, thank you!"

"What's there to thank for? We're like brothers." Mason laughed heartily.

"I disagree!"

With a bang, the door of the rented room was pushed open. A tall woman with an angry face stormed in. "Mason, that's the betrothal gift you gave to my family. Why are you giving it to him?"

This woman was Mason's girlfriend, Arianna. She was seven parts beautiful and had a somewhat arrogant personality, a bit domineering.

"Ariana, Viviana is hospitalized. I lent it to Colton for an emergency." Mason stepped forward and explained, pulling Arianna.

Arianna shook off his hand directly, looked at Colton with a sneer, and said, "Oh, Colton, how many times have you borrowed money from our Mason? Have some shame!"

"Arianna!" Mason said in a deep voice, pulling her sleeve.

Arianna ignored him, pointed directly at Mason's nose, and scolded, "Liu, if you lend this money today, we're done! Let's not get married!"

Seeing them about to fight, Colton put the card on the table, stood up, nodded apologetically, and said, "Sorry, Mason, I'll leave now."

"No need to send him off!" Arianna said coldly.

Before Mason caught up, Colton had already run out of the rented room.

Behind him, the sound of the door closing abruptly, followed by Arianna and Mason's quarrel.

Walking on the street, Colton squatted down, holding his phone, smoking, lost in thought.

Being poor is the original sin, without money, life is difficult.

As if making a decision, Colton dialed a number he hadn't called in seven years.

The call went through.

"Hello, Young Master, is it really you, Young Master? You finally called me." The voice on the other end was excited, with a touch of vicissitudes, and even a hint of tears.

Colton sighed helplessly and said, "Oscar, I need money. Can you transfer a hundred thousand to me?"

"Ah, Young Master, what are you saying? Even if you want ten billion, I'll transfer it to you. But, Young Master, according to your agreement with the old master, if you want to use the family's money and connections, you need to come back to inherit the family business. How about visiting the company? Let's talk?" Oscar sounded excited at first but became a bit hesitant in the end.

Colton pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll come over."

"Ah, good, Young Master, I'll send someone to pick you up!" Oscar was excited.

"No need, I'll go there myself." Colton said, then suddenly asked, "By the way, which company?"

"Tenler Group, I'm waiting for you in the director's office." Oscar replied.

Colton hung up the phone, looked at the bustling crowd in front of him.

Alright, let's lay it all out. I'm actually a top-tier rich second generation!

The family's assets are spread all over the world, and about 70% of the industries are owned by our family.

For the past seven years, Colton had been running away from inheriting the family, experiencing the life of an ordinary person.

But today, he compromised with reality.

Without effort, without money, he had to go back and inherit the trillion-dollar family fortune.

Soon, Colton arrived at the Tenler Group building on his electric bike.

It was a building over three hundred meters high, ranking seventh among the top 500 global companies!

Of course, the top 500 global companies were either opened by the Brown family themselves or invested in.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Colton was stopped by a coquettish voice.

"Hey hey hey, who are you? Who let you in? No delivery guys allowed! Call and have someone come down to pick it up!"

A gorgeous woman in a black professional suit blocked Colton's way, scolding him as soon as she spoke.

This woman had a mature charm, and her body was sexy with prominent curves. Her ivory-white long legs were enough to make people's blood boil.

"What are you looking at? Disgusting, hooligan! Hurry up and get out! Call someone to come down and take it!" Marry Whitmore glared at Colton with disgust. She had seen many delivery guys like him.