My Sudden Rich Life

Chapter 19

Nily Sudden Rich Life Chapter 19 Being A Caddie

“Miss Taylor, today is your birthday. It‘s not appropriate for you to pay. Trevor sh ould pay,” Bernard

protested.

“A man should pay for a woman, or he is no man at all. If a man refuses to pay the bill, he is not

responsible.”

Seeing that Trevor had not made a move to pay, the attendant stared at him with condescending eyes.

“But...”

Bessie tentatively glanced at Trevor. She knew that he only earned one thousand dollars a month to

support himself and his studies. If he paid for the bo ttles of water now, he would not have anything left

for the rest of the month.

“Don‘t worry, Miss Taylor. I‘ll pay.”

Trevor took out his card and gave

it to the attendant. He knew that Bernard wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

In the past, he would have folded and suffered the humiliation in silence. But he was different now.

He was no longer the Trevor who let others bully him just so that he would not go hungry in the next

few days.

He now held a card that housed one hundred million dollars. He did not have to li ve a hard life

anymore or cower before anyone‘s mocking stare.

The attendant swiped Trevor‘s card. The terminal beeped and the one thousand a nd two hundred Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

dollars was successfully paid.

“Gee! There‘s really money in it!”

The attendant‘s disdainful expression softened a little, thinking that this poor los er‘s card might only

have that one thousand and two hundred dollars.

The attendant took out the card and set

it on the counter without looking at it. She said coldly, “It‘s done.”

Trevor‘s face darkened, but he reined in his temper. He thought to himself, ‘All th e shops around here

are owned by my family. The attitude of this attendant is hei nous. I have to

tell my sister when I get home. Employees like this one are bad for business.”

Trevor grabbed his card and put it back in his wallet. Then, he picked up the bottl es of water and left.

“This idiot really bought the water with the money for his bread. Let‘s see how he will live until next

month.”

Bernard snickered together with friends. his

Corrie shook her head. She could not believe how stupid and careless Trevor had j ust been. He really

squandered all of his hard–earned money just because everyo ne goaded him into doing so.

Taking back his card, Trevor thought to himself, ‘Anyway, the shop here is under my family‘s business.

Anything I spend here will eventually return to

the Sanderson account.‘

“I need two caddies to pick up balls for us.” Grant spent another ten thousand on two caddies.

The Kisas Tennis Club also offered caddies to help guests pick up tennis balls for them during the

game. The charge for one caddie was five thousand dollars.

The attendant replied apologetically, “I‘m sorry, sir. We have too many guests pla ying today. We only

have one caddie available.”

“Okay, then send that one caddie to us.”

Grant paid, and the caddie was arranged immediately The caddie was an innocent–looking young

woman

with tan skin. A pair of smooth, strong, and well–shaped legs shot out of her shor t tennis skirt.

She was not as beautiful as Bessie or Corrie, but

she was pretty in her own right. It was understandable why she cost five thousan d dollars.

Grant led everyone to the tennis courts.

The tennis courts were very large, covering an area of at least ten thousand squar e meters.

They rented two courts and divided themselves into two groups to play. Bernard and Grant formed one

group and Corrie and Bessie another.

They were open–air courts surrounded by lawn, and there was nobody around but them. The field was

very private and exclusive.

Bernard played against Grant and Corrie against Bessie.

They played several games in a row. Every time Bernard or Grant hit the ball and i t went out of

bounds, the caddie picked it up for them. But at Corrie and Bessie‘s court, that was not the case.

Bernard suggested, “Trevor, since you have nothing to do, I‘ll give you five hundr ed dollars if you act

as a caddie for Corrie and Bessie.”

“Oh, stop it, Bernard! Trevor is here to play tennis with us, not to be our caddie!

Bessie snapped. She had just about enough of Bernard‘s rudeness to Trevor. She c ould not stand the

bullying any longer.

“I‘m just trying to help him, Miss Taylor.

After all, he did just use up all of his money to buy us some water,” Bernard reasoned.