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 didn't respond at first.
She was still staring at her phone, her mind struggling to process what she was looking at.
The numbers didn't change.
The statements were all there.
It was real.
Slowly, she swallowed, her voice quiet but firm when she finally spoke.
"This is my official bank account." She murmured, still in disbelief. "The same one I've been using for years."
Her father snorted. "That doesn't mean anything."
"There are statements of the transfer." Bella cut him off, lifting the phone slightly. "It's all here. The details. The sender. Everything."
She hesitated for only a second before extending the phone toward him. "Check it yourself."
Her father's face twitched. But he grabbed the phone from her, scrolling through the details with a scrutinizing gaze.
Bella watched closely, waiting for him to find something. Anything that would disprove this. That would make it all make sense.
But then...His expression changed.
The skepticism in his eyes faded. The sneer disappeared from his lips.
And for the first time...He looked shaken.
His hands clenched around the phone as his eyes darted over the screen. Scanning everything over and over, as if desperate to find a loophole.
A flaw...Something that would prove that this wasn't real.
But there was nothing.
There was no way of falsifying what was right in front of him.
This wasn't just some random transfer.
It was several times his own net worth. Sent within seconds. Without hesitation.
His hands began to tremble.
And then—Kafka's voice, still painfully casual, drifted through the silence.
"Bella." He said smoothly. "I sent you enough so you can buy a couple of houses in the city if you want."
His tone was so nonchalant, so light, as if he were telling her she had enough to buy a few snacks at a grocery store.
When Bella heard his statement, she snapped her head toward him, her entire body going rigid. She stared at him, her breath hitching. "You—what?"
Kafka simply smiled. "A couple of houses." He repeated casually. "I figured since the topic came up, you might as well have some options."
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Bella felt like the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
Her fingers twitched violently. And suddenly, she was gripping her phone like it was about to explode in her hands. "I don't—I don't want any houses!" She burst out, her voice rising in pure panic. "And I definitely don't want this much money!"
Her fingers moved frantically over the screen, her mind racing as she tried to undo whatever he had just done. "I—I need to send this back." She muttered, her voice shaking. "I can't—how do I even—"
She had no idea how to return this much money.
Kafka, still looking relaxed as ever, tilted his head slightly.
"It's yours now." He said it without a care in the world.
Bella gulped as she took in what had just happened in these few minutes. Her father—who had been completely silent since confirming the truth—suddenly snapped his head toward Kafka.
Kafka's smirk deepened.
"And don't stress about it." He added lightly. "Even if you don't want a house. Just use it as pocket change."
Bella's vision tilted. She felt dizzy and felt like she was going to collapse.
Her grip on the phone tightened as she struggled to process what the hell was happening.
'Pocket change?'
She had just gone from having a couple of hundred in her account to enough wealth to outright buy properties in one of the most expensive cities in the country. And Kafka was telling her to use it as pocket change?
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.