After Rebirth, I Became a Billionaire — and Choose the Poor Girl
Copyright© 2026 by BillMax
Chapter 12: Future Richest Man’s Popularity +10
“Ah, Ethan Cole, you bastard!”
In her room, Chloe Winters was freaking out.
Ethan Cole hadn’t paid her any attention for three days now.
Previously, Ethan Cole would bring her breakfast and lunch every day and take her home.
He used to send her a good morning message in the morning and a good night message in the evening.
He hadn’t been doing any of that recently, and it distressed Chloe Winters.
After all, she had gotten used to Ethan Cole being unconditionally nice to her.
Moreover, ever since Ethan Cole started to fawn over her, Chloe Winters had been saving a lot of money.
She no longer had to pay for breakfast and lunch.
The money she saved could be used to buy things she liked, like small pieces of jewelry and more nice-looking clothes.
Now, she didn’t dare to squander money recklessly.
Her family only gave her a hundred dollars a month, after all.
Chloe Winters blamed everything on Ethan Cole and Grace Bennett.
“Ethan Cole, wait! I wonder how long you’ll play hard to get!”
The young girl still firmly believed it was all an act by Ethan Cole.
After all, he had been fawning over her too much before.
How could he have changed his mind in an instant?
“Alright, if you want to play, I’ll play with you. Let’s see who can’t hold on first.”
Chloe Winters made up her mind.
From then on, she refused to take the initiative to talk to Ethan Cole more than necessary.
She was curious as to how long he could withstand it.
...
Ethan Cole woke up late that day, past seven o’clock.
He read for a while and then went out to buy breakfast.
Before going to sleep the previous night, Ethan Cole had thought about the content of a story that he wanted to submit to a publication.
He decided to write about his experience of unrequited love.
It was a real-life experience, so writing about it would resonate with readers.
Since he had made a mental summary, the writing flowed easily.
By eight thirty, he had written two thousand words.
A thousand words per chapter.
He was ready to submit his manuscript.
He would first see if he could sign a contract and then consider what to do next.
The title of the novel was “Those Miserable Years of Youth”.
He went to the post office to send it.
Then he went to look for Grace Bennett.
On the street, he bumped into a bald man.
Ethan Cole greeted him with a smile: “Hello, Uncle Martin.”
“It’s Ethan Cole. So, how did it go? Did you manage to woo that girl last night?”
“Not yet. Thank you for last night, Uncle Martin.”
“There’s no need for formalities. After all, it was your money. I just passed it along to the girl.”
...
After chatting for a bit, they said goodbye.
Yes.
That was the tip money from the customers yesterday. It was actually from Ethan Cole.
Otherwise, Grace Bennett, being naive, would have really thought that there were customers who would give out tips in such a restaurant.
This wasn’t some karaoke bar or club.
She was cute in her innocence.
Last night, Grace Bennett had made a total of three hundred and sixty dollars.
She would probably be more generous when purchasing meals in the future.
Meanwhile, on Ethan Cole’s way to Grace Bennett’s house.
She had already wrapped up the housework.
“Mom and Dad, this is the money I’ve earned from working these past couple of days. I’ll keep sixty dollars, and you can use the rest to pay off the debts.”
Grace Bennett’s father had a stable income of one thousand six hundred dollars per month.
Including her mother’s income, they made a bit over two thousand dollars per month.
Although they weren’t particularly affluent, generally speaking, it was enough.
The reason they were struggling was that the family owed quite a bit of money.
Most of their income went to repaying the debt.
“Daughter, how come it’s so much? Didn’t you say it was only eighty dollars?” asked Diane Bennett.
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