DONALD'S RESIGNATION

Donald gave the man and Sandra a last glance before walking away with coldness in his eyes. Even though he loved Sandra, it was now glaring that he couldn't continue a relationship with her.

Who would go back for a bitch?However, Sandra didn't seem to be moved by his coldness, but smirked as she eyed Donald’s back.

"Sandra, I will surely make you regret it!" Donald vowed as he walked down the corridor of the hotel room.

Just as he was about to make a turn to go downstairs, his phone rang

"Hello, Dad," Donald said when he noticed that it was his father calling.

"How are you, Donald?"

"I'm fine, Dad," Donald responded flatly. After all, he wasn’t in the mood to greet anyone happily.

"Your grandfather has decided to assign you one of the big companies to run, especially now that you have reached the rightful age to start taking over part of the family business," Albert, Donald's father said rapidly.

Although he sensed something was wrong with his son, he said nothing.

His son had now come of age and should be able to deal with his own problems. Otherwise, how would he be able to take over the family business and lead it to the ever higher stage in the future?

Unbeknownst to many others, Donald Jeff, the son of Albert Jeff, was the sole and rightful heir of the world’s largest Consortium, Duluth Associates.

His family was one of the richest families in the whole world; Donald had been well-trained and very clever.

He had been trained from a young age to learn different things, including martial arts, business, medicine, instruments, dancing, and so on.

But because he had been involved in different low-key status jobs, such as being a factory worker, a repairman, a bartender, a deliverer, a waiter, and so on, ever since he turned 16, nobody knew how rich he truly was.

However, things will take a 180-degree change from tomorrow. He will start to step out of a low-key lifestyle and start participating in the family business.

After hanging up the phone, Donald smiled in satisfaction, as he walked down the stairs.

"Hey, Donald. Looks like you’re in a good mood. Did the guests you attended to give you some good money?" His colleague asked smiling at him.

"Guests? No. Please, let us not go there," Donald said, shaking his head.

He tried not to be reminded of what he had seen back in room 307.

"Nothing special," Donald quickly concluded, not wanting to reveal too much of his privacy as well.

Soon after they separated, Donald’s phone vibrated. It was a text message informing him 100 million dollars had been transferred to his bank account.

Before he had time to double check what he saw, his phone rang. It was his father calling again.

"It's high time you start getting used to huge sums of money, so I sent you 100 million. Surely, you can use it wisely," Albert said briefly before Donald could bring up a question.

"Thank you, Dad," Donald simply responded, as he knew very well that 100 million was nothing compared with what his family really possessed.

"Don't forget to visit the headquarter of Duluth Associates, which has been assigned to you," Albert reminded.

"Yes, Dad. I'll do that," Donald said as he hung up.

Time flew as Donald focused on the last day of work as he moved on to attend to the remaining guests, and before he left work to prepare for tomorrow’s birthday, he had one more thing to do, his resignation letter.

When he was done preparing the letter, he went on to submit it, but he noticed that his superior was no where to be found, so when he came across Greg, his friend and colleague, he smiled. "Hey, buddy. Please help me submit this letter as soon as the boss is here."

"Sure. What's it for?" Greg asked.

"It is my resignation letter," Donald responded.

"What? But why?" Greg asked in shock.

"I'm done here for now, Greg. See you some other time," Donald winked and walked swiftly out of the hotel.

Tomorrow was going to be his 20th birthday, and the first day he was going to be living another kind of life.

And first thing first, he needed to get new clothes for himself. After all, he had been in rags for too long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like to wear silk.

Besides, he had to get a special present for Amelia, since her birthday would be in a month's time. Compared to all the other mentors and schoolmates who despised him whenever possible, Amelia had been an angel and treated him extremely kindly.

And giving her a special gift on her birthday seemed to be just the right thing to do.

As time was getting late, he took a taxi to one of the nearest luxury shopping centers in the city.

It was well known for the extra expensive and high quality goods, and only the rich could afford to shop there.

On his arrival, he felt the sudden need to ease himself, so he quickly entered the shop's toilet.

A few minutes later, just as he came back from the toilet and looked up, he saw Sandra, his ex-girlfriend and the rich guy he met back at the hotel, examining a luxurious handbag that cost more than 10 million dollars.

"I love this handbag, Rodney. Buy it for me, please," Sandra pleaded with her puppy-winnie voice.

"I bought you a bag the last time we came here, yet you want another this time. Can't you pick something else?" Rodney asked, frowning impatiently. 10 million dollars wasn’t a small amount for him. It was obvious that Rodney was reluctant to get Sandra a bag.