Chapter 3

They all knew Vanessa was bullying me, but not a single person came to help me.

I'm not a saint. I just wanted to get away from these people. Their lives or deaths were none of my concern.

I walked out of the school gates and took a taxi home.

My dad was a psychic who had helped countless wealthy executives. These people all had one thing in common - they were very generous with money.

Over the years, my dad had also saved up a considerable sum for me.

I entered the house and took out the two bank cards my dad had given me before he died.

He told me one card contained the money he had saved for me over the years, and the other was a large insurance policy. After his death, the insurance company would pay me a million dollar benefit.

Together, they totaled 1.7 million dollars.

At my dad's funeral, all sorts of people came to pay their respects.

Their careers had all benefited from my dad's help to some degree.

Seeing that I was alone, they discussed among themselves and decided to leave me an education fund.

Initially, I didn't want to accept this money, but they were very insistent, demanding that I take it.

Now I had to thank them for leaving me $300,000.

I looked at the modestly sized house before me. Though small, it was in the city center, so the price was certainly not cheap.

I couldn't live in a house in the city center. I had to sell it and find a new place to settle down.

I quickly contacted a real estate agent and asked them to help me sell the house within three days. I didn't mind if the price was lowered.

Next was finding a place where I could safely lay low.