Chapter 1127: Not the Final Trump Card

Russell had become the most successful person in their circle of classmates. At an age when most were just starting college, he had already established a strong foothold in Zlando. His status and achievements were envied by everyone. Feigning humility, Russell sighed and said, “It’s nothing, just a little fame, that’s all! Hahaha.” “But honestly, I envy you all. Carefree college days, no worries, nothing to think about. Those were the easy times—no money? Just one call, and you’d have it. Unlike me, every morning when I open my eyes, I have to think about earning that one or two million dollars a month. Life is really exhausting!” As he finished, Russell raised his hand to massage his temples, feigning the burden of his “hard life.” He deliberately mentioned his monthly income to show that he was someone earning millions a year. It was a calculated move, designed to impress Leah—because he had fallen for her at first sight. “Oh? By the way, who’s this?” Russell’s gaze finally lande