Do-Over Crossroad

The rest of the room flushed red at Patrick's words, but no one dared to argue.

A few quick-witted classmates were already cozying up to him.

"Patrick, I always knew you'd make it big. I just didn't expect you to hit 50 million dollars."

"Don't forget your old classmates in the future."

"Yeah, yeah, remember to pull us up with you!"

They all knew it deep down: Patrick's words were harsh, but he was not entirely wrong.

Even if everyone landed decent jobs and worked their whole lives, they would never earn 50 million dollars.

Some even joined in to belittle me.

"He's right. So what if Oliver got a Fortune 500 offer? In the end, he's still just a corporate mule, working himself to death for someone else. How could he ever compare to Patrick?"

I only curled my lips.

The truth was, this company's benefits and treatment were excellent.

In my previous life, Patrick crashed and burned because he tried to climb the ladder through unscrupulous means: by playing the boy toy to his superior.

Everyone in the company found out, and from then on, people made his life miserable.

Finally, dinner wrapped up, and the main event of the day began.

Patrick wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, smoothed out his designer outfit, and strutted onto the stage.

At the same time, more than a dozen influencers suddenly poured in with cameras.

Patrick gave them a nod. Clearly, this was planned.

He pulled out the lottery ticket from his bag and turned to the cameras with a smug smile.

"Viewers, I've just graduated from college and immediately won 50 million dollars from the lottery. From now on, I'm financially free! I can just take it easy and travel the world.

"As for you workhorses, all you've got is grinding away for scraps at some company. Low wages, constant humiliation, and no dignity. That's your whole life."

As he said that, he glanced meaningfully in my direction.

The livestream exploded with curses, but Patrick did not care.

Instead, he jabbed a finger at me, his tone dripping with superiority as he said, "Oliver, the convenience store's right next door. Go and get the owner to come here so that I can redeem my prize."

I did not move.

Emily stepped forward, face full of disdain, and snapped at me, saying, "Oliver, are you deaf? Why are you standing there like an idiot? Patrick's being generous by letting you run this errand. With your lowly status, you're not even worthy to polish his shoes.

"If he asks you to do something, you must be grateful. Serve him well, and maybe he'll throw you a bone or two."

A few classmates whispered angrily in the back.

"Patrick doesn't deserve this windfall. He'll never hold onto it."

"First, he stole Oliver's girlfriend. Now, he's ordering him around? Who gave him the gall to act like this?"

Seeing me still unmoved, Patrick's expression darkened.

"Oliver, you'd better wake up. With the gap between us now, one word from me could strip you bare."

I only glanced at the time and said, "Just wait five more minutes."

Patrick did not know what game I was playing.

He sneered. "Fine. We'll wait. But I'll tell you this now. Be it five minutes, fifty minutes, or five hours, none of it changes the fact that I've just won fifty million dollars."

I laughed coldly. That was not so certain.

The words had barely left his mouth when a woman burst into the restaurant.

She jabbed a finger at Patrick and shrieked, "Are you insane? That lottery ticket is mine!"