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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Chapter 10
Evening fell over the city, gilded in gold from the fading sun. In the penthouse suite of the Vines Hotel, Charlie sat quietly by the window, his phone buzzing endlessly beside him.He finally picked it up—fifty-six missed calls, dozens of unread messages. Most of them were from Daniel and Jacy.They had been calling since yesterday—since the moment Angela threw him away like dirt to chase after Jey Grant’s money. But Charlie had ignored every ring, every vibration. He needed silence to process the reality of his rebirth… as a Maxwell.After a brief pause, he called Daniel first.“Bro! Charlie! Where the hell have you been?” Daniel’s voice came out loud, relieved. “You vanished since yesterday. I thought something happened!”Charlie smiled faintly. “It’s a long story, Dan. But I’m back.”Daniel laughed nervously. “Back? Back from what? Wait—don’t tell me you’re actually going to the Grants’ party tonight? Please tell me you’re not.”“I didn’t get an invitation,” Charlie replied calmly
Chapter 9
The air around the parking lot was thick with tension as Salvatore approached Charlie, his men flanking him on both sides like a pack of wolves closing in on prey. The afternoon sun burned down, glinting off the metal chains around their necks and the smirks on their faces.“Charlie,” Salvatore growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve been avoiding us. Your debt was due twenty-four hours ago. We’ve been searching for you.”Charlie looked calm, almost amused. “I’m aware,” he said. “I wasn’t on campus for a while.”Salvatore’s expression darkened. “You dare to default on my loan and talk back? Do you want me to squash you right here unless you pay up—with interest?”Charlie’s lips curved into a faint smile. ‘How funny.’ Twenty-four hours ago, he had been the one kneeling and begging. But now? He could buy Salvatore—and his entire bloodline—with a single swipe of his card and it won’t even make a dent.Before Salvatore could reply, a mocking laugh echoed across the lot.Mr. Wonderfu
Chapter 8
Beside 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
Chapter 7
The city lights shimmered against the tinted windows of Charlie’s Lamborghini La Voiture Noire as he rolled into the boulevard. The roar of the $50 million engine made heads turn. Even in the city of giants, this car was a god among machines.He parked at the VVIP parking lot, where only the wealthiest clients of the exclusive fashion store were allowed. The valet bowed and pointed at the platinum-plated sign: “Parking Fee—$100,000.”Charlie didn’t flinch. Twenty-four hours ago, that number could have made him sleepless. Now, it was dust—no, smaller than dust compared to what sat in his account. He dropped the key and walked in casually, the crowd already murmuring at the sight of the legendary car.As Charlie entered the store, the glass doors hissed open—and just then, someone rammed into him so hard he stumbled and fell flat on the polished marble. The thud echoed sharply, drawing attention.The man who bumped into him—a tall stranger in his late twenties—looked down at him with di
Chapter 6
The moment Joseph handed the stack of sealed documents to George, the atmosphere in the golden room shifted. George’s wrinkled fingers trembled slightly as he unfolded the first sheet and pushed it across the table toward Charlie. His tone was steady, commanding, and emotional all at once.“Charlie,” George said slowly, “you are my only grandchild. The sole heir to the Maxwell Empire.”For a moment, Charlie couldn’t breathe. The words hung in the air like lightning, and his heart pounded so hard it drowned every other sound in the room. He looked up at George, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. When he finally found his voice, it was shaky and uncertain.“Heir? Grandpa, are you sure about this? Do you even know that my mother—she’s… she’s gone?”George’s eyes darkened with sorrow. He nodded gravely.“I know, my boy. Joseph has already retrieved her body from the city morgue. She’s resting now—in the Maxwell family’s ultra-modern vault, awaiting the day you decide to g
Chapter 5
The silence in the car was thick and unsettling. The man who had introduced himself earlier as Mr. White sat beside Charlie, his posture straight, his eyes forward. His calm, almost reverent demeanor only deepened the mystery that consumed Charlie’s mind.Finally, Charlie couldn’t hold it anymore. “Sir… who are you, exactly?”The man turned to him, his voice low but warm. “My name is Joseph White, Young Master. I am the butler of the Maxwell family. I have served them all my life—and now, I serve you.”“Serve… me?” Charlie frowned, disbelief written across his face. “What do you mean by that, sir?”Joseph smiled slightly. “Please, address me by my first name, Joseph. You are technically my master now.”Charlie blinked in shock. “Your master? How? I don’t understand.”Joseph adjusted his tie before speaking again. “Your mother, Lady Claire, called home before she passed. She told her father—your grandfather, George Maxwell—that she was sending her son to take over in her place. From th
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