2025-10-18 18:24:27Beside Charlie’s Lamborghini La Voiture Noire stood the man from earlier—Tyson Wonder, better known on social media as Mr. Wonderful.
A self-proclaimed “mystery billionaire,” he was nothing more than a fraud with a rented suit and overconfidence for breakfast.
He leaned lazily against the glossy black beast as if it were his own, the faint reflection of his cheap watch glinting off the car’s flawless body. Gory and Vera, Angela’s besties and professional gold-diggers, hovered beside him, blushing and giggling like schoolgirls discovering sugar for the first time.
To them, this was it. Their jackpot.
The owner of the world’s only $50 million Lamborghini.
“Ever driven in a Lambo before?” Mr. Wonderful asked smoothly, his voice slick like oil.
The girls shook their heads shyly. “No, but… we’ve been close!” Vera bragged. “Jim and Jey told us they’re getting Lambos tonight for their birthday—worth about $250,000 each!”
Mr. Wonderful laughed—a loud, arrogant laugh that could drown an entire orchestra.
“Those toy cars?” he scoffed. “This baby right here is the one. One-of-one. Fifty million dollars. Handmade. Unavailable anywhere else.”The girls gasped, eyes wide with greedy wonder.
“No way…” Gory whispered. “Fifty million?!”
“Oh yes,” he said, smirking, dragging his palm along the car’s sleek side as though caressing a lover. “And that’s just the beginning. I’m not rich,” he added, lowering his voice. “I’m wealthy. Worth over a hundred billion.”
Their jaws dropped. Vera grabbed Gory’s arm, squealing softly. “Gory, this man is a god!”
Mr. Wonderful chuckled, feeding off their awe. He pulled out a pair of sleek black business cards embossed in gold. “Here. Call me when you’re home. I’ll arrange a little private drive.”
The two girls nearly fought each other for it. One card tore in the scuffle. Laughing, he reached into his pocket and handed Vera another. “Relax, ladies. There’s enough of me for everyone.”
And just as his charm reached full throttle—
A calm voice broke the illusion.
“Step away from my car.”
They turned.
Charlie stood there, dressed freshly from his $22 million shopping spree—sharp, clean, effortlessly regal. His presence alone shifted the air.
Vera hissed. “What are you doing here again?”
Charlie repeated, this time louder, his tone cutting through the noise. “Step. Away. From. My. Car.”
The girls exchanged irritated looks. “Oh please, Charlie. Don’t start your drama here,” Gory snapped. “What do you even want? Isn’t your miserable life enough for you?”
Charlie exhaled calmly. “I don’t care what you think. Just move away from my car so I can leave.”
Mr. Wonderful tilted his head, finally recognizing him. His smirk returned. “Well, if it isn’t the clumsy peasant from earlier. You again? What, come to pollute the air around me?”
Charlie’s expression hardened. “I let you walk away once,” he said quietly. “You won’t get that chance again. Get your stinky body off my car.”
The laughter that followed was loud enough to turn heads.
“Do you even know who you’re talking to?” Vera barked.
Charlie’s eyes didn’t flinch. “A fraud.”
The insult landed like a brick to the face.
“A fraud?” Gory shrieked. “You think Mr. Wonderful is a fraud? This man is worth over a hundred billion dollars, Charlie! And you? You couldn’t afford a bus ticket yesterday!”
Charlie gave a small, dangerous smile. “You’re half right. But one thing you got completely wrong—he’s not the owner of this car.”
Vera crossed her arms. “Oh, really? Then who is?”
Charlie gestured toward himself. “I am.”
The silence that followed could’ve been sliced with a knife. Then both girls erupted in laughter so loud that people passing by stopped to stare.
“Charlie, you’ve officially lost your mind,” Gory said between laughs. “You think this fifty-million-dollar car is yours? Stop embarrassing yourself!”
Mr. Wonderful puffed out his chest, trying to save face. “Ladies, don’t waste your time. This clown’s just angry because I showed him what real money looks like.”
Charlie’s eyes flickered dangerously. “Real money?” he echoed softly. “You wouldn’t recognize real money if it was engraved on your forehead.”
“Enough!” Mr. Wonderful snapped. “Security!” he called out. “Get this trash away before I lose my temper.”
The two store guards hesitated—they’d seen what happened earlier, how Charlie paid with a Golden Card and tipped more than their salaries combined. But before they could respond, a commotion broke out at the entrance.
Ten men stormed in—muscular, tattooed, with faces that screamed trouble. The crowd scattered instantly. The man leading them had slicked-back gray hair, a scar running down his cheek, and a gold tooth that gleamed when he grinned.
Salvatore.
Charlie knew that grin.
He’d borrowed $3,000 from him months ago—back when $3,000 meant everything.
Salvatore’s voice was thunder. “Where’s the rat that owes me my money?”
Even the store’s security froze. No one dared to stop him.
Vera and Gory gasped, instantly hiding behind Mr. Wonderful, clutching his arms in panic.
Mr. Wonderful tried to stand tall, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him. “Uh… w-who are they looking for?”
Charlie, however, stood completely calm. He adjusted his jacket and stepped forward. “They’re looking for me.”
The crowd whispered in disbelief.
Gory whispered to Vera, “Oh my God, they’re here for Charlie! He’s done for!”
Mr. Wonderful smirked again, though sweat was already gathering at his temples. “See, ladies? I told you—peasants attract problems.”
Salvatore’s men closed in, forming a semi-circle around them. The tension was suffocating.
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