2026-03-24 19:40:05Grace’s sudden outburst made the whole classroom atmosphere awkward.
Sitting lazily at the side, Wade sneered and joined in. “Yeah, Class Rep, why invite a poor guy like him? We’d probably have to look after him the whole trip. That’s a hassle.” He chuckled and continued. “Besides, doesn’t Kelvin have to clean the library every day? If he skips a day, he probably won’t even have money to eat the next day.” The surrounding students burst into laughter. Some of them had even dug into Kelvin’s background before. His life story was practically detailed enough to become a documentary. “Wade! You’re not allowed to talk about your classmates like that!” Anna snapped angrily. She had always been kindhearted, but she never expected things to escalate this far. Just then, loud commotion erupted outside the classroom. A girl with a flushed face ran in excitedly and shouted, “Something huge just happened! I heard that Victor Carter, the richest businessman in the country, has sent people to find his grandson! They’re bringing him back to New York to inherit the family fortune!” “Damn, Victor Carter’s fortune?” someone shouted. “That’s hundreds of billions of dollars!” “Hundreds of billions? That’s just cash flow! Don’t you know the Carter Group does business all over the world?” “Man, imagine if my grandpa was Victor Carter!” “Your last name is Wilson, idiot. Victor Carter’s grandson obviously has the last name Carter!” The classroom immediately erupted into noisy discussion. Suddenly, Grace’s gaze fell on Kelvin. But she quickly shook her head. “That’s impossible. There are at least a dozen students with the last name Carter in the school.” “Hey—hey! They’re coming to our classroom!” Just as the girl finished speaking, the classroom door opened. Several tall bodyguards wearing black suits and earpieces walked inside first. Behind them stood a beautiful woman with a cold expression—Lena—and an elderly man with sharp eyes and a dignified posture. It was Frank. At that moment, every student in the classroom stared at them eagerly. Everyone secretly hoped those two would suddenly walk toward them and take them away to the peak of success. But to everyone’s shock— Frank and Lena walked straight to Kelvin. Frank revealed a polite smile and bowed slightly. “Young Master, we’re here to pick you up.” Young master?! The old man had just called Kelvin Young Master! Kelvin… was Victor Carter’s grandson?! The classroom exploded in shock. Grace rolled her eyes and fainted right on the spot. Unlike everyone else, Kelvin remained calm—though a little cautious. He pointed at himself. “You’re… talking to me?” “Yes, Young Master,” Frank replied respectfully. “We’ve been searching for you for eighteen years.” He snapped his fingers. A bodyguard immediately stepped forward and placed a file on the desk. Inside were detailed documents about Kelvin. “According to our investigation and verification, you are indeed Mr. Carter’s grandson. Your father, Daniel Carter, is Mr. Carter’s only son.” This was the first time Kelvin had ever heard his father’s name. He slowly flipped through the documents on the desk. Everything inside was extremely detailed—and completely real. So they hadn’t mistaken him? As if sensing Kelvin’s hesitation, Frank placed another document on the desk and handed him a prepared phone. “Young Master, this is the official certification for you as an heir of the Carter family.” “You only need to sign this document, and 15% of the Carter Group’s shares will belong to you.” “There are two copies of this contract. It is legally binding under international law.” Kelvin was a college student, so he understood how contracts worked. The more he read, the faster his heart began to beat. Because he realized Frank was telling the truth. As long as he signed this paper— Fifteen percent of the Carter Group would belong to him. After confirming this wasn’t a prank, Kelvin picked up the pen and signed his name. At that exact moment— A cold mechanical voice suddenly echoed inside his mind. “Host detected. Conditions for activating the Gold Devourer System have been met.” “System initialization in progress…” Kelvin froze. A system? He was stunned, but on the surface he stayed calm and flipped the contract to the English version page. Some students nearby whispered mockingly. “Kelvin isn’t even an English major. There’s no way he understands that contract.” “Yeah, he’s probably just pretending to look cool.” But inside Kelvin’s mind, the mechanical voice continued. “Welcome to the Gold Devourer System.” “This system is a wealth-consumption growth system.” “As long as the host completes wealth-consumption missions on time, the system will provide corresponding rewards.” “Opening Beginner Gift Pack…” “Congratulations to the host for receiving: All-Attribute Enhancement Pill ×3 10 Talent Points Basic Business Knowledge Support Kit Basic Form-and-Will Boxing Manual” Kelvin’s lips twitched slightly. Why did this feel like he was suddenly inside a video game? At that moment, Lena frowned impatiently. “Young Master, if you’re done reviewing it, please return the contract.” “Oh—right.” Kelvin handed the contract and pen back to her casually. “There are a few spelling mistakes in the English version. You might want someone to check it again.” Lena was startled and quickly looked through the contract. Sure enough— Several English words had been misspelled. A faint glimmer flashed across Frank’s eyes. He smiled calmly and asked, “Young Master, are you proficient in business English?” “I know a little,” Kelvin replied awkwardly, scratching his cheek. But deep down, he realized something. This must be the effect of the Basic Business Knowledge Support Kit from the system. It seemed the strange coin Old Walter had given him really was something extraordinary. Frank then continued respectfully, “Young Master, following Mr. Carter’s instructions, all Carter Group businesses in Stonebridge City have been transferred to your name.” “Mr. Carter also said he wants you to practice first. So he has allocated one billion dollars for you to gain experience managing businesses.” One billion dollars?! Hearing that number, Wade—who had been hiding in the corner watching everything—began trembling. At that moment, he prayed desperately that Kelvin wouldn’t remember how he had bullied and mocked him before. But was Kelvin someone who forgot things easily? Not at all. Kelvin smiled gently and looked at Wade. “Wade, if I remember correctly, your family owns a factory here in Stonebridge, right?” Wade’s face turned pale. “Y-yes…” “Good.” Kelvin patted Wade’s shoulder casually. Then he turned to Frank and said, “Arrange it. I want to cooperate with Wade’s family factory.” “Let’s help everyone get rich together.” Wade almost collapsed. Just competing with the Carter Group alone could destroy his entire family business overnight! Realizing the danger, Wade immediately rushed forward and hugged Kelvin’s leg while crying loudly. “Brother Kelvin, I was wrong!” “You’re a great man—you won’t remember the mistakes of a nobody like me!” “Please… please spare my family!”
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The Commission and The ManagerThe fat manager had been standing to one side of the sales office for the last twenty minutes with the specific posture of a man who has identified that something significant is happening and is calculating how to position himself advantageously within it.He had apparently been the one to whisper Emma's commission rate to her — three percent — in the specific way of someone performing helpfulness in order to be seen performing it.Emma had calculated the commission on the villa purchase and arrived at a number."One hundred and thirty thousand dollars," she said. She said it carefully, as if she was not entirely certain the number was real.Anna looked at Kelvin."Transfer it to her now," Anna said. She said it the way she said most things — directly, without the elaborate construction of a request.Kelvin took out his phone.Emma looked at him."You do not have to—" she started."You sold the villa," Kelvin said. "This is your commission. You earned it
The transfer and outcome
The transfer coordination took the rest of the morning. Frank’s team was thorough, which was consistent with everything Frank’s team did. The paperwork moved efficiently. The transport arrangements were made. The Crestview Medical admissions team had been briefed and was ready. Seven patients from the orthopedic ward accepted the transfer offer. Kelvin was at the hospital entrance helping coordinate when the last transport left. Sarah Whitfield was still there — she had been working all morning, interviewing patients, reviewing documents, doing what journalists who were good at their work did when they were in the middle of a significant story. She came to stand beside Kelvin. “Seven patients transferred,” she said. “That is who was in the ward,” he said. “The charitable care program will handle ongoing referrals.” She looked at her notebook. “The RuiserChi Holdings statement,” she said. “Anna issued it while you were in the security room.” “Yes,” he said. “It wa
Press conference
The regulatory inspector and Sarah Whitfield were still inside the hospital when Kelvin came out through the main entrance.The hospital's front steps had acquired the specific quality of a space where something significant was developing—several reporters with cameras, a small cluster of patients and family members who had followed from the payment office, and the hospital's vice president, a man named Gerald Park, standing with the posture of someone who has arrived to manage a situation and is discovering the situation is larger than briefed.Anna had arranged the press contact. She had done it efficiently, which was consistent with how she did most things.Gerald Park was trying to answer questions with the specific desperate composure of a man who does not know which answer is going to make things worse."Is it true that patients were billed for medications they did not receive?""Has the Security Department detained a visitor without legal authority?""What is the status of the
a regulatory conversation
The inspector arrived in twenty-two minutes. Her name was Dr. Linda Walsh — different Walsh from Catherine Walsh, Stonebridge apparently producing this name with regularity — and she had the specific composed bearing of someone whose professional life had been spent in facilities that did not want her to be there, which had produced an immunity to that particular form of resistance. She looked at Kelvin. "You called this in," she said. "Yes," he said. "You are also the person who called in the Crestview Medical situation," she said. "Yes," he said. She held his gaze. "The Crestview restructuring is ongoing," she said. "Your documentation in that case was thorough." "Frank's team prepared it," he said. "I provided the context." She looked at the payment office, at the patients who were still waiting, at the administrator who was standing with the posture of someone whose morning has taken a direction he would prefer it had not. "Walk me through what you observed," she said.
The billing department
The payment office of the Municipal Hospital was on the ground floor, accessed through a corridor that had the specific quality of spaces that processed difficult transactions — fluorescent lighting, a long counter, the ambient noise of people navigating paperwork they had not expected to be navigating.Kelvin stood at the counter with Grace and her mother and the doctor who had been managing this situation in the specific way of a man who had decided that a person dressed in worn clothes and faded jeans was not going to complicate his morning.The doctor read out the arrears."One hundred and twenty-eight thousand dollars," he said. He said it with the specific confidence of someone who expects the number to end the conversation.Kelvin looked at him briefly.Then he produced the black card and placed it on the counter.The cashier looked at the card.The doctor looked at the card.The specific quality of the silence that followed was the silence of a recalibration happening in real
the hospital visit
Kelvin changed into the worn jacket and faded jeans before leaving the office.Grace had noticed, and had not said anything, which was the correct response. The clothes communicated something specific for this specific context — not poverty, but approachability, the particular register of someone who did not want the first thing Grace's family saw to be the surface of what his circumstances had become.Some contexts required the charcoal suit.This one required the worn jacket.They took a taxi to the Municipal Hospital on the west side of Stonebridge — a public facility, underfunded in the ways that public facilities were underfunded, with the specific texture of a place where the gap between what was needed and what was available showed clearly in the paint and the equipment and the particular quality of exhaustion that the staff carried.Grace moved faster than Kelvin through the lobby. He understood this and kept pace without mentioning it.In the elevator to the third floor ortho
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