Chapter: 915
"Congratulations, Terrence! You’ve struck gold this time around! Don’t forget about us when you make it big!"
Terrence’s friend flattered him and tried to court his favor.
Terrence, however, sat frozen where he was for a long time. Never had he dreamed that the abandoned construction site that nobody wanted anything to do with would suddenly transform into such a valuable piece of land overnight!
"What’s wrong, Terrence? Are you feeling alright?" Terrence’s friend asked.
"Hahaha! He must be having problems coming to terms with the fact that he’s going to be filthy rich!" Someone jested.
"Ri–Richie, how much does that abandoned building cost now?" Terrence asked tentatively.
"At least two billion!" Richie said.
"Two billion?" Terrence felt like he’d been struck by lightning, and he blanched.
Under everyone’s disbelieving gaze, Terrence gave himself two slaps on the face.
"I–I’m the greatest idiot!" How could he have just sold off a plot of land worth two billion dollars? Was there anyone out there more dumb than him?
Just as everyone wondered what was wrong with Terrence, the door of the private room was kicked open with a loud bang. Then, Florence, Victoria, and a few others barged in through the door. And they were fuming.
"Terrence Stone! There you are!"
"Give me back my money! Give me all the money that you’ve swindled off me!"
"You swindler! Give me back my money!" Florence began shouting aggressively the moment she entered. She had even gotten several stout and burly women to come along with her to back her up.
"Why are you here?" A sudden feeling of guilt came over Terrence, and his expression changed. He had not expected them to barge in while he was having a meal.
"How are we going to catch the swindler if we didn’t come here personally?" Victoria shot him a glare.
"That’s right! How dare you enjoy dining in such a luxurious place after cheating us of our money? You’re utterly shameless!" Florence demanded with her hands on her hips.
"Who are these shrews, Terrence? Should we throw them out?" Terrence’s friends asked meanly. Terrence was about to be the wealthiest one among them, so they were all dying to suck up to him.
"No, that won’t be necessary. I know them." An idea came to Terrence, and he quickly told his friends, "You guys head on back for now. I’ve got some personal matters to deal with. I’ll buy you all a meal some other day." And with that, he urged his friends to leave the private room.
"I don’t give a damn about what tricks you have up your sleeves, Terrence. Give me my money now!
"Victoria was not about to back off any time soon.
"Victoria, let’s sit down and talk, shall we? Don’t get all worked up." With a smile on his face, he poured everyone a cup of tea.