Primeton's Poorest Student is Now a Billionaire

Chaper 007 ~ Peter Graham

They reached a grand metallic door as Mr. Oscar pushed it open.

Peter couldn’t believe his eyes. All this space for just one person? In his previous home, the room alone could fit their living room, kitchen, and his own bedroom combined, and there would still be space left for a toilet.

He was utterly shocked and didn’t know whether to embrace this fortune or deny it. But one thing was certain: he could never go back to his previous life. The miserable, worthless trash everybody knew had to die after tonight.

"This is your room, Young Master. Feel free to explore. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me or any of the staff know. This is now your home," Oscar said before pulling out a wrapped item from his pocket. He unwrapped it and handed it to Peter.

"Here," he said. "This is a rare four crown black card. It contains twenty million dollars as your monthly allowance. And you no longer have to stay in the school dormitory. We will arrange convoys to drop you off and pick you up from school every day. It’s time to make a statement."

"Wait, twenty million what?" Peter screamed. In all his life, he had never heard anyone mention such a huge amount of money, let alone hand it to him. The shock was so evident that his voice began to tremble.

"Are you kidding me right now?" he asked.

"No, Master. I am not," Oscar replied. "I believe everything I’ve showed you is evidence enough for you to believe me."

Peter collected the card and cleared his throat. He looked at it closely, his fingers tracing every detail. He had no idea it was a Four Crown Black Card—the highest and rarest black card in the world. Anyone who carried it was considered a highly influential person. Only a few existed, and it was rare to even see one in ordinary stores unless it was a top luxury house.

"Twenty million dollars, just like that?" Peter asked.

"You deserve it, Master. After living in the slums for over twenty-one years, you deserve far more," Oscar said. "I’ll leave you to rest now. Explore the house as much as you want. Your personal maids will soon be assigned to you in few minutes, just press the button beside your bed to call them anytime. Goodnight, Young Master." Oscar smiled and turned to leave.

"Uhm… Mr. Oscar," Peter called at the last minute.

"Oscar is fine, Master," he replied.

"About the convoy and making a statement… not yet," Peter said.

"But why?, You’ve been bullied for years now. It’s time to take revenge on everyone who once looked down on you," Oscar said.

"I know, Oscar, but I want to do it on my own terms. I won’t be coming back to the mansion every day. I prefer staying at the dormitory for now. And you don’t have to worry about my... father," Peter said.

Those words still sounded strange and new to his ears, but he continued anyway. Things had really changed for him, the sooner he accepted it, the better. "I’ll tell him I requested these wishes myself."

"Understood, Young Master," Oscar bowed. "If that is what you wish. But I can’t promise anything. You will always be under close watch. Anyone who tries to harm you will be dealt with accordingly." Oscar shut the door behind him, leaving Peter alone with his thoughts.

Peter stood still for a few seconds, taking in the room Oscar had called his. He still couldn’t believe it. Someone as poor as him now owned a room almost the size of an entire family house. He remembered last semester, begging for money to settle his tuition debt. He remembered saving for months just to afford a decent date with Sophia. He remembered being spat on, beaten, and treated like trash simply because he was an orphan with no future.

Even a church rat had lived better than him. He had survived from hand to mouth, studying while caring for both his grandmother and his girlfriend, only for her to stab him in the back like he was some worthless garbage. And truthfully, he used to be. But not anymore.

Peter took a deep breath, the pleasant scent of the room settled around him as he flopped onto the massive bed, staring at the fourteen-foot-high decorated ceiling. The joy of wealth slowly beginning to fill inside of him.

He pulled out his phone, intending to call his friends Tom and Owen. But after a moment’s thought, he decided not to call them. Although the three had promised never to keep secrets from each other, but this was bigger than anything he had ever faced. He needed time to process this overnight transformation before sharing it with anyone.

He checked the time, it was already midnight. He wouldn’t make it back to the dormitory at this hour, so it was best to spend the night at the mansion and head back to school first thing in the morning. His friends would surely check on him at the hospital, and if they didn’t find him, they would start worrying.

He was slowly beginning to accept this new fate, admiring every expensive detail around him, when his phone rang.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was his grandmother calling. He thought about ignoring it, but he hadn’t spoken to her in a while, so he picked it up.

"Hello?... Peter?" the fragile voice of the old lady came through.

"Hello, Grandma," Peter replied, trying not to sound too different.

"How are you, son?" she asked, noticing the unusual excitement in his tone.

"I’m good, Grandma. Why are you calling?"

"Can’t I check up on my own grandson anymore?" she teased, earning a slight laugh from Peter.

"Of course you can, Grandma," Peter said. "I’m just a bit overwhelmed right now, that’s why I asked."

"Anything you want to share with Granny?" she asked gently.

"No, no," Peter flinched. "Uhm… I mean, not at the moment. But I’ll tell you soon enough, trust me."

"Okay… if you say so," she responded before dropping the news. "The landlord said I have to pack out before the end of next week. He says he’s selling the house to a potential buyer."

"What?" Peter barked. "But I already paid the rent for this month."

"He says it’s not enough. I tried begging, but the man has no sympathy, not even for a poor old lady," his grandmother, whose name was May, said.

If it were the old Peter, news like this would have felt like a death threat. But now, things were no longer the same, twenty million dollars each month was no joke. The landlord who had always bullied and threatened them because he felt superior, was about to face a very different version of him.

"Don’t worry about it, Grandma. I’ll take care of it," he said, his voice full of assurance.

"Thank you, son, I believe in you. Always take care of yourself, okay?" she replied.

They exchanged a few more kind words before ending the call.

Peter took a deep breath, set his phone down, and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up for a well-deserved rest. Surprisingly, he could no longer feel any pain in his body, it was as if the revelation of wealth had made it all disappear. There really was something about money that no one could deny.

In the quiet mansion library, Oscar’s silhouette could be seen as he dialed a number on his phone and placed it to his ear. He spoke softly, as if he didn’t want anyone listening.

"Hello?... It’s done. He’s here already."