I'm A Quadrillionaire by Xirou Huang

I’m A Quadrillionaire chapter 417

“Do you remember me, Mr. Lowell? I’m David, I’m here to visit you.”

David brought the two bags of goods into the security room with Celia following behind him a she spoke and placed them on the small table inside.

Mr. Lowell took a good look at David. The young man looked familiar.

After some thought, he finally remembered who the young man was.

It was David Lidell, Shu City High’s ex-student. The reason why David felt familiar was that the young man used to deliver food to him during breaks.

After some time, the two became familiar and close with each other. Mr. Lowell actually had a great deal of respect for this young man.

While the other students studied and played around, David was usually out doing part-time jobs.

What truly solidified that respect, though, was how despite doing part-time, David’s results had never faltered and he was always among the top two in his grade.

students, as he got enrolled in SRU after graduating

who scored even higher managed to enroll in Greenwood University that year. Had she not, David would then have the best results of all the graduates i n

girl behind David, isn’t she the

picture was still pasted in Shu City High’s Column

all, she had scored the highest among the other students during her year in South River

City High had celebrated for days

happened

expected a student from the high school of a small county to score higher than all the other students in South

me! And here I thought you’d gotten successful and forgotten all about me, hmm?” Mr. Lowell teased enthusiastically as he extinguished the cigarette in his mouth

would never! I’m here now, aren’t I? Here, these cigarettes and alcohol are for you. Thank you for watching over me all

get me gifts after you’ve graduated and made big bucks, okay? I promise I’ll accept those gifts then but not

well aware of David’s financial situation, seeing how he kept doing past-time during his

cigarettes and alcohol were far from pricy, they would certainly cost a day or two’s worth of

day, Mr. Lowell. Just accept the gifts.

time, but

years