The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 2 The Vengeful Rebirth

Amaia practically dropped a bomb on Horace. Her words echoed in his ears several times in a split

second. Sadness instantly replaced his relaxed mood.

Their relationship had been stable since they started dating. He loved her with all his heart, and he

thought she did too. He couldn't understand why she wanted to break up with him out of the blue.

'Did I do anything wrong? Why did she want to break up with me? Was it because of money?'

Several assumptions stalled in Horace's mind, but he waved them off. A part of him felt that she was

just pulling his legs.

He quickly took a taxi and went straight to the apartment complex where Amaia lived.

In front of the gate, he met with a shocker. Two young people were standing there—Amaia was with a

strange man.

The man was dressed in expensive designer clothes and shoes. He also had a pricey watch on his

wrist. Everything he had on probably cost nothing less than one hundred thousand dollars.

Amaia saw Horace standing there with his mouth agape. With a disgusted expression, she asked, "I

thought I made it clear that we are done. What are you doing here?"

Ignoring her questions, Horace looked at the strange man and asked, "Who is this man?" Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Oh, let me introduce you to Addy Moran, the son of the CEO of Cloud Logistics Company. His annual

salary is one million dollars. He also has many expensive properties. A poor loser like you is nothing

compared to him!"

Disdain was written all over Amaia's face. She held Addy tightly, pressed her breasts against his chest,

and gave him a French kiss.

Horace's mouth and eyes widened more. An immeasurable pain surged from his heart and traveled to

the rest of his body.

He had dated Amaia for a whole year. They had never been intimate or shared a brief kiss before. But

here she was tongue kissing another man!

'Oh my God! Has Amaia been cheating on me since? Did she keep me in the dark and pretend to love

me? How did our strong relationship become so broken overnight?'

The kiss lasted for a long time. When they were done, Addy looked at Horace from head to toe and

sneered, "I used to wonder what kind of man Amaia's ex-boyfriend was. I thought he was a

sophisticated man. But it turns out you are a poverty-stricken loser. You don't deserve her at all!"

"Fuck off! Don't poke your nose into our relationship. It's none of your business. Leave my girlfriend

alone!" Horace shouted with his eyes icy cold.

"You..."

Addy was short of words for a while. He was highly respected by many because of his high social

status. No one had ever shouted at him in this manner.

When he got over the shock, he burst into a peal of mocking laughter. With a condescending smirk, he

said, "Money is not a problem for me. Now that Amaia is dating me, she can buy whatever she wants.

It doesn't matter if it's the latest Chanel bag or iPhone. I can get it with just a snap of my fingers. On the

other hand, you are a poor man from the trenches. What can you do for her? Humph!"

Immeasurable fury blazed in Horace's eyes at this moment. Addy's words reminded him of the insults

and ridicule he received from his former high school classmates. Their mocking laughter and harsh

words rang out in his ears. It was driving him crazy.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Horace kicked Addy to the ground.

Today had marked a turning point in his life. He had assets worth billions of dollars to his name.

It was about time he stood up for himself. All those insults he previously tolerated would no longer be

overlooked.

Addy quickly got up with embarrassment. His face was red and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Pointing at Horace, he warned, "Bastard, you have crossed the line. You'd better kneel and apologize

to me this very second. Otherwise, you will not live till tomorrow!"

Amaia was also livid. She pointed at Horace and commanded angrily, "Kneel and apologize to Addy

now. If you refuse, you and your mother will be in big trouble!"

Without flinching, Horace took out the couple photo of him and Amaia from his wallet. He then took out

a lighter from his pocket.

Shaking his head with disappointment, he stared at the picture and then exhaled deeply. It seemed like

he vented all the grievances he had suffered in the past at this moment.

Horace lit the lighter.

Afterward, he put it under the picture.

The fire engulfed the picture in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Horace felt as if an invisible chain had broken. An inexplicable feeling replaced the

hurt he had in his heart. He had never felt so relaxed before.

He would no longer endure any form of humiliation from anyone.

Addy had been confused when he saw the fire. He shouted, "Are you crazy? Why did you burn that

picture in my presence?"

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