"Damn, I really do have a villa." James Carter held the phone, feeling a bit frustrated. He had such good news and wanted to share it, but this David Foster just wouldn't believe him. Then again, it made sense—even he himself felt like he was dreaming, so how could David Foster, who knew him so well, believe something as lucky as this?

At this moment, Liam Clark's eyes lit up as she said, "Big Carter, you also have a yacht? When will you take me out to play?"

James Carter immediately got a headache and said, "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense. Look at me—do I look like someone who owns a yacht?"

Liam Clark seriously sized up James Carter, stroked her chin, and said, "You really do look like a construction worker in those clothes, but... nowadays, rich people love to pretend, love to play the underdog. Maybe you really do have a yacht, who knows?"

James Carter looked down at himself, shook his head, and said, "I really don't see how I look like someone with a yacht."

"Well, could you tell you had a villa?"

"Honestly, no."

"Maybe Mr. Carter left you a yacht too?"

"He didn't leave me anything except this villa," James Carter shook his head.

"Oh... nothing? Well, never mind then." Liam Clark shook her head, clearly not believing a word.

James Carter didn't bother explaining to Liam Clark and continued to look around, admiring the villa he would own for a year.

Liam Clark kept following James Carter and asked, "Big Carter, why don't you have any luggage?"

"Oh, I'll go get it now." Reminded by Liam Clark, James Carter suddenly couldn't wait. He dashed out of the villa like the wind, hailed a cab, and went back to his rented apartment.

There wasn't much of value in the room—just some clothes, none of them nice, and a second-hand computer he bought for three hundred yuan. Even though he was now a multimillionaire, he didn't have any cash on hand yet, so until he did, he had to keep this thing.

"James Carter, what are you doing? Moving out?" The landlady, wearing a floral shirt, happened to walk by and saw James Carter carrying his things. She rolled her eyes.

James Carter said proudly, "Yeah, I have a villa now. I'm not living here anymore."

The landlady's mouth nearly split to her ears as she scoffed, "Yeah right, you have a villa? Then this place is a palace. It's not bad to want to live in a villa, but if you don't have what it takes, don't brag."

James Carter felt frustrated again. He'd said he had a villa twice today and both times got looked down on. Was it a crime to have a villa? From now on, he decided never to mention it again to avoid being scorned. He couldn't be bothered to explain to the landlady and continued packing.

The landlady, seeing that James Carter didn't seem to be joking, started ranting, "You're really leaving, huh? Let me tell you, you'll never find another place as cheap and nice as this one."

James Carter replied impatiently, "Anyway, I'm not living here anymore."

"I'm telling you, even if you move out now, I'm not refunding your rent for the remaining month."

Chapter 11: A Millionaire Doesn't Sweat the Small Change

"Keep it if you want!" James Carter waved his hand. Now that he was a multimillionaire, did he really care about that little bit of money? More importantly, James Carter knew very well that this landlady was as stingy as they come. Trying to get money back from her was harder than climbing to the sky.

Ignoring the landlady's loud voice, James Carter dragged his meager belongings into a taxi. The era of renting was officially over; a wonderful new life was about to begin.

When he got back to the villa, James Carter had wanted to ask the three beauties for help, but none of them were around. He had no idea which room they were in, so he had to struggle on his own to get everything up to the third floor.

After washing off the sweat in the luxurious bathroom, he put on a set of pajamas. These pajamas were a few years old, bought before his parents ran off, and he hadn't worn them since, but at least they were clean.

Lying on the spacious Simmons bed, James Carter felt completely relaxed. Compared to the wooden bed in his rented room, this was a world of difference.

Thinking about how most people spend their whole lives working for a hundred-square-meter apartment, and now he had a villa, plus three beautiful female tenants—this was heaven on earth. Even if he could only live here for a year, it was worth it. As for making two hundred million in a year, James Carter just ignored that. Who could pull that off?

After lying there for a while, James Carter jumped out of bed. William Thompson had said he couldn't sell the villa, but hadn't said he couldn't touch anything inside. He had to take a good look—maybe his uncle had left some treasures in the house. If there were any valuable antiques, that would be his startup capital.

But after searching his room for a long time, James Carter was a bit disappointed. On the entire third floor, aside from the flowers and plants on the terrace that might be worth a little, the rest was just furniture—there wasn't a single thing that looked valuable.