"Hahaha! I'm rich! I'm so fucking rich!"
Sitting barefoot atop the roof — yes, the roof of his townhouse — with a glass of red wine in his right hand, Cedric barely suppressed the urge to shout that out loud.
…Because he was, of course, on the path to becoming very, very rich. In fact, putting into perspective just how rich the young man would be, with the exception of Leon, he would be richer than the families of all his friends.
Wait, actually, would it be too greedy of him to say that he might even be richer than all their net worth combined?
Crazy!
What made it even better was that this wasn't his family's wealth. This was his own… and he earned it himself!
Suddenly, the air felt warmer, life felt sweeter, and everything just seemed so much better. And if Cedric had ever had depression, that shit was now long gone!
'To think there was once a time when just thinking about purchasing a house gave me headaches.'
Now, as a Count himself, he was laughing at his previous state.
