The Billionaire's Revenge Chapter 1

My childhood friend and the billionaire heir both chased me. I chose the billionaire.

My childhood friend was furious. "Don't mock a youth for being poor. One day, I'll make you regret this."

Six years later, he drove a luxury car, a beautiful woman on his arm.

He ran into me selling grilled sausages on the street.

He sneered, "Since we're old friends, I'll take two."

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The next time I saw my childhood friend, Luke, I was selling grilled sausages on the side of the road.

He had his arm around a young girl's waist, mocking me:

"Hah, Sarah, you've been reduced to a street vendor?"

"The Pierce family went bankrupt, so your rich boyfriend can't support you anymore?"

Caleb Pierce, who was casually fishing a sausage out of the fryer, asked me, "Who is this?"

Luke's face turned green, choked into silence.

I stifled a laugh and explained, "Luke, your college roommate."

The girl next to Luke, holding a sausage in one hand, looked confused. "Luke, you know them?"

He patted the girl's head affectionately. "Just old acquaintances. It's cold out, go wait in the car."

Under Luke's smug gaze, I looked up at the SUV parked by the curb.

"Sarah, seems like your taste isn't great either. You dumped me for the richer Caleb Pierce, do you regret it now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Five bucks total, don't forget to pay."

"My girlfriend loves these. Fry two more, help boost your sales."

I wanted to tell him to get lost.

Caleb patted my shoulder nonchalantly, pushing me aside.

He fried the sausages with good temper, packed them nicely in a bag, and handed them to Luke.

Luke pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change. Eat something good tonight."

Caleb didn't take it, a cryptic smile in his eyes.

"No need. Since we know each other, it's on me."

Luke scoffed. "Don't try to save face at a time like this."

Caleb glanced at the car by the road. "That car is second-hand, right?"

Luke stiffened. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Let me give you a piece of advice. This woman could dump me back then, she can dump you now."

He dropped that sentence, turned around, got in his car, and left.

Leaving Caleb and me staring at each other in the cold wind.

"Why didn't he say 'don't mock a youth for being poor' just now?"

I was speechless. "Probably forgot."

Caleb took a bite of a sausage and asked amusedly, "Will you dump me?"

"Not necessarily."

"Will we be together forever?"

"Hard to say."

Caleb: ...

"How did you know his car was second-hand?" I asked.

"Because when it was first-hand, it was mine."

While we were bickering, the real stall owner came back.

He was Caleb's best friend. He fell out with his family because he refused an arranged marriage.

His parents cut off his cards, and he swore he would start his own business.

Selling grilled sausages.

He snatched the sausage from Caleb's hand, cursing.

"Bro, I went to the bathroom for a second, you ate six, and didn't make a dime!"

Caleb: "Some idiot just bought sausages and didn't pay."

"Who the hell was it? This is my blood and sweat money!"

Luke daring to provoke us meant he must have gotten wind of the news.

He wasn't wrong. The Pierce family was indeed facing bankruptcy.