Ch - 4

How did twenty million dollars manage to find their way to his statement? Astonished, Adams didn't bother to think too much about it as he quickly rushed in his meals.

The plates were emptied within three minutes, and a minute later, he was all dressed up in his clothes, ready to experiment with the authenticity of the money.

He hopped through different wards until he got to the main doctor's office; the doctor then directed him to the hospital's financial department, where he'd make the payment.

Each passing patient couldn't help but turn around and look twice at the grown man with smooth, silk-like, shining black hair.

Tall with broad shoulders and straight legs. perfect, handsome chiseled face with a straight nose, an average-sized mouth, and a pearl-shaped eye.

His sandy-colored skin tone matches his cool temperament, but his faded clothes and torn boots almost kill the vibes of the guy in every Lady's dreams emanating from him.

Adams got to the financial department, where he was to pay the bills. He brings out his wallet; lucky for him, his bank card is in there. He pulled it out and hands it over to the middle-aged man that was sitting in front of the huge desk in the office, alongside the bill outline.

Checking through his computer system, the middle-aged man nodded. He inserts Adams' cards into an automated machine and then turns the machine to face him.

"Type in your password," he requested, and with shaky hands, Adams inputted his PIN, and within seconds of processing the transaction was approved.

His joy knew no boundaries as he received a debit alert on his phone. 'Miracles sure do exist,' Adams thought as he sauntered out of the hospital. The smile plastered on his face was exceptionally Bright.

Adams Smith decides he won't spend this money recklessly. He needed to create rules and wasn't even interested in knowing where and how the money got to His bank account. All he knew was that he'd meet his demise if he didn't use up the money in the next five days. Ridiculous, but he believes it.

The first item on Adams' set agenda is to return home to get his things. He wasn't going to care too much about the rent fee after all; he had enough money to buy himself an outstanding condominium, and then... the thought of his next plan brought a smirk to his handsome face.

Adams didn't bother boarding a cab or bus; he walked to the 45th-floor building and took the elevator to the thirtieth-floor. His smile never vanished as he exuded a mysterious, powerful, and imposing aura that had never existed before.

This caught a lot of attention from the people in the same living area. They were expecting to see a heartbroken guy to whom they would say words of consolation. This scene was obviated, as they stared at him until he got into his apartment.

Adams didn't bother about his ex-fiancee and her boyfriend as he got into his home. He went straight to the shelf and took out a notebook and a pen. He plummets himself onto the only couch there and begins writing.

Rule number one: Never speak too much. Only reply with one word, such as hmmm, yes, uh, uh yeah.

Rule number two: Invest wisely. Never waste money on any luxury. Make more money before comfort.

Rule number three: Be ruthless, brutal, and cold-hearted, but kind. Never smile too much. Smile, but only wicked smiles and smirks.

Rule number four: No forgiveness, no second chance. Change your wardrobe and look sexy and charming. No flirting, just seduction. Buy a car, make them jealous, and fill them with regrets.

Rule number five: most important: No woman, No lover, only flings and baby mamas.

Rule number six: Adams paused with raised brows and decided these were okay for now.

He'll add others at the right time. He tore out the pages on which he had written the rules and proceeded to fold the paper. He stands up from the couch and sits back again.

Adams took the pen he had dropped and skillfully began writing. Not long after, he had finished what he was writing and then tore out the pages yet again. He sauntered to the shelf and put back the items he had taken.

"Adams Smith, you look much better than I expected you to. I was waiting for you to come and beg my baby to take you back," Evans mocked.

Evans and Samantha were both cuddling on the cushion as he played with her hair. She will giggle at his playful act, all to irk Adams. But seeing that he was unaffected, Evans decided to taunt him with words.

Instead of a displeased grunt, all he received was a sneer and a chuckle from Adams.

"Hmm," Adams responded, and he wordlessly strode to the bedroom. He took out important things from his wardrobe and placed them in a small backpack.

Striding toward the flabbergasted couple, Adams threw a folder at Evans, and he said,

"In there is my resignation letter, Mr. Evans George. You are no longer my boss but the boyfriend of my ex. Pathetic!"

Evans was instantly enraged, and so was Samantha. They both rose from the cushion with ugly expressions.

"Do you think any boss in his right state of mind would want to hire a crazy person like you? How dare you disrespect Evans by throwing your resignation letter at him? I knew it. You are nothing but a crazy psycho and bad luck,"

Samantha yells at the top of her voice as she points her index finger at him.

"Forget it, baby; do not yell or stress; the fool will come begging on his knees once he realizes his mistakes. He is only being egoistic to cover his sorrow-filled heart. I'll make him lick yours and my shoe sole when he crawls back to us,"

Evans consoles Samantha with his eyebrows raised cockily.

"Miss Samantha Salvador, I'd like to inform you that I won't be needing an employer. But you might want to become my employee, or won't you?" He asks, a playful smirk plastering his handsome face.

He turned to Evans and muttered. "Mr. Evans George, you might want to watch out for your newest business rival. It's going to be fierce. Also, this apartment has been rented out to some different people. Get ready to park out."

His loop-side smile never withers away, as Adams left the room, leaving them dumbstruck.