Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

In just ten days, Adrian Hawthorne’s assets had more than doubled. At this rate, he should be able to accumulate 50,000 in seed money before the New Year, maybe even more. He set a small goal for himself.

Once he saved up 100,000, he would expand his business to other cities. If everything went smoothly, he could become a millionaire within three years.

But Goldie Thorne, who was usually so talkative, had gone quiet, as if something was on his mind. Adrian Hawthorne found it odd and called out to him. Goldie jumped in fright, nearly stumbling, and shot him an irritated glare.

"Are you thinking about that coffee? I’ll treat you when we go to Tristone in a few days," Adrian Hawthorne teased.

His expressions were indeed more varied when he was with the Thorne family, not as cold as he was with others.

Goldie Thorne shook his head. "I’m not really thinking about coffee anymore. Right now, I just want to get a TV to take back home. How impressive would that be!"

There wasn’t a single television in all of Clearspring Township. Back then, a TV was rarer than a Rolls-Royce. A set cost five or six hundred yuan. A strong laborer like Felix Thorne only earned about three hundred yuan in work points a year. Even with the extra money from butchering pigs, his annual income was four hundred at most. He couldn’t afford one even if he worked a full year without eating or drinking.

Adrian Hawthorne found this amusing. ’His goals really do change from one day to the next.’

"How much money do you have, Uncle Goldie?"

"Less than two hundred."

Goldie Thorne looked a little embarrassed. He originally had over two hundred, but he’d spent a lot treating his deadbeat friends to food and drinks these past few days. Now he only had about 170 or 180 yuan left, which definitely wasn’t enough.

"How about this: you give me four hundred and fifty yuan, and I’ll get you a TV. I won’t make a profit off you," Adrian Hawthorne said in all seriousness.

’Of course, not making any money was impossible. Friendship was one thing, but business was business. At worst, he’d just earn a little less.’

Goldie Thorne’s eyes lit up. "Only four-fifty? Uh... won’t you lose money?"

"I’ll just lose a little on travel expenses."

Adrian Hawthorne’s expression didn’t change, but Goldie Thorne felt even more awkward. He couldn’t take advantage of a kid. "Then you should add the travel expenses to the cost."

"Don’t worry about it. We’re close, Uncle Goldie. Four hundred and fifty is the price. Once you’ve saved up enough, I’ll bring it back for you."

Goldie Thorne was so excited he didn’t know what to do with his hands and feet. Instantly motivated, he even decided to change his current sales strategy. "I’ll go to Wraven to sell tomorrow. I’ll head out early."

’He had to work hard and earn enough to buy a TV before the New Year. Then we’ll see who dares to call him a good-for-nothing.’

"Go for it, Uncle Goldie!"

Adrian Hawthorne didn’t hesitate to encourage him. The market in Wraven was indeed bigger. Even if Goldie Thorne hadn’t suggested it himself, Adrian would have asked him to go.

And besides—

"Uncle Goldie, you could go with Clayton Xavier. It’s more convenient to have a partner."

Adrian Hawthorne had no idea why he suggested it. The moment the words were out, he regretted them, clamping his mouth shut. ’He really wanted to slap himself.’

’Whether that guy Clayton Xavier sold anything or not was none of his damn business. Why did he have to tell Goldie Thorne to take him along? He must have had nothing better to do.’

Goldie Thorne nodded repeatedly. "It is better with two people. I’ll ask Clayton Xavier to come along tomorrow morning. That kid’s had a rough time."

Adrian Hawthorne’s expression grew even gloomier. ’Everyone and their mother said Clayton Xavier was pitiful. What was so pitiful about him? He had a grandma and a mother who doted on him, he didn’t have to worry about a thing, and he lived a pampered life. What the hell was so pitiful about that?’

’But everyone who met Clayton Xavier pitied him, praised him for being a good kid, and sympathized with his circumstances. Yet no one ever said anything like that to him, even though he was younger and had been through much worse.’

’Those people all had terrible judgment, including Goldie Thorne.’