madnovel Chapter 533 Monstrous Amount Of Wealth
Chapter 533 Monstrous Amount Of Wealth
Bella's stomach twisted into knots. She didn't know what Kafka was about to do. But something in her gut told her it was going to be big.
Kafka tapped his screen a few times, his expression unreadable, his movements smooth and effortless. His fingers moved so quickly across the phone that it barely looked like he was doing anything at all.
Then, after a brief pause, he looked at Bella. His smirk widened just slightly.
"Bella." He said, his voice filled with absolute confidence. "Check your bank account."
Bella's heart stopped almost as if someone had plucked it out of her supple chest when she heard Kafka's words.
"W-What? Check my b-bank account?" Her lips parted, confusion flashing in her eyes.
Kafka's gaze remained steady.
Her hands trembled slightly as she hesitated, staring at him, searching for something. An explanation. A sign that he was just messing with her.
But his expression didn't change.
And that terrified her.
She let out a slow, shaky breath before fumbling for her phone. Her fingers were clumsy as she unlocked it.
Her father scoffed beside her, crossing his arms.
"Tch. What kind of game is this?" He muttered. Though Bella barely heard him.
Her hands felt cold as she navigated to her banking app. She hesitated; she hesitated so much as if this was all a joke. Kafka would feel humiliated, and she didn't want that at all costs.
Then, choosing to believe the confidence in Kafka's clear gaze, swallowing thickly, she clicked on her savings account.
And the moment she did—Her knees almost gave out.
Her breath hastened violently as her fingers tightened around her phone.
Her eyes widened so much that they almost hurt, her pupils trembling as she stared at the screen.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Because what was once a modest savings account with maybe a couple hundred dollars at best—
...Had just turned into tens of millions.
Bella couldn't breathe. The number was so absurd, so incomprehensible, that for a moment, she genuinely thought she was hallucinating.
Her father froze when he saw his daughter's exaggerated reaction. He blinked, frowning. "What? What's wrong?"
Bella's breathing came in short, unsteady bursts. Her hands shook as she slowly—hesitantly—turned the phone around and placed it on the table in front of them.
The numbers were clear.
Her father leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen.
Then—
His entire face drained of colour.
His hands clenched against the table as his breathing shuddered in disbelief.
Bella, still in shock, then ignored her father, who looked like he was going to start hyperventilating, and slowly turned to Kafka.
He was watching her in a calm, amused, and relaxed...Like this was nothing to him.
Like transferring millions into her account was as casual as ordering lunch.
"...What did you do?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kafka chuckled, resting his chin against his hand.
"What?" He said, his smirk deepening. "I just transferred over a little bit of money...Why do you look so surprised about that? Has your mother never sent you a little change for your expenses?"
'A little change...' Those words repeated in her head as she started to feel a little dizzy.
Her father?...He looked like he had just seen a ghost and was shaking his head like he was trying to get rid of the image that he had just seen on his daughter's phone.
He then composed himself and let out a short, nervous laugh, as if trying to shake off the reality of what he was seeing. His lips then curled into a sneer.
But the unease in his eyes was impossible to miss.@@@@
"There's no way that can be true." He scoffed, though his voice wasn't as steady as before. "This has to be some kind of joke. A fake app, maybe. Or some prank you cooked up to mess with me."
Bella's throat was dry, her heartbeat thundering while her father looked like he had just witnessed the collapse of everything he had ever believed in.
Bella's breath came in short, panicked bursts, her mind unable to process the sheer weight of what had just happened.
"N-No." She stammered, shaking her head quickly. "No, no, no—you have to take it back." She pushed the phone toward Kafka, as if it physically burnt to hold onto it. "I—I can't keep this! This is insane! I'm scared just looking at it!"
Her father's eye twitched, his hands clenching at his sides.
'Stupid girl...She's actually trying to give back money?'
If it were him, he wouldn't have hesitated to accept it. Not for a second.
Bella wasn't done. She clenched her fists and stared at Kafka with wide, disbelieving eyes. "And you—how can you just give this away?!" She demanded. "You—you can't just dump all your money onto me like this! You need to take it back!"
Kafka's lips curled into a soft, joking smile.
"Who said that was all the money I had?" He said as he enjoyed the adorable reactions Bella was showing.
"W-What?" Her father stiffened. "Are you saying that you have m-more?"
Kafka let out a small chuckle, his tone light, almost playful. "That?" He gestured lazily toward Bella's phone. "That's probably a minute fraction of what I have."
Bella's breath hitched. Her father's face twitched violently.
Kafka leaned forward slightly, resting his chin against his palm, his smirk deepening. "If you don't believe me." He said smoothly. "I can show you."
And just like that, he casually unlocked his phone. Tapped his screen a few times. And then held it out toward Bella.
Bella didn't move...She couldn't move.
Her hands shook as she hesitantly reached out, fingers barely gripping the phone as she pulled it toward her.
She lowered her gaze.
And then—
The world tilted.
Bella's breath caught in her throat.
Her entire body slumped back into the sofa, her phone slipping slightly from her grip as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
Her lips opened slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"...So many zeroes..."
Her fingers twitched against the phone as her pupils trembled.
"...How are there so many zeroes...?"
Her father, now completely unnerved by Bella's reaction, snatched the phone from her hands.
And the moment his eyes landed on the screen—
His entire body froze.
His mouth fell open.
His hands trembled violently.
His knees...They buckled.
With a sharp, shaky breath, his legs gave out from under him. And he collapsed onto the floor with a loud, ungraceful thud, his grip on the phone slipping slightly as his fingers twitched.
Bang~
His lips quivered, his face draining of all colour.
Because what he saw...It wasn't just wealth. It was an absurdity.
It was the kind of number that shouldn't be real. The kind of money that didn't just buy houses. It bought entire conglomerates.
Probably even entire towns.
His breath came out in short, ragged bursts as the reality of it crushed him.
Kafka...This boy who came out of nowhere and humiliated him like it was his duty wasn't just rich.
He was absolutely monstrous...And he had never stood a chance.