The billion was nearly depleted—spent on Rover Group, his properties, Manchester City, and all the daily expenses.
When you're poor, you dream of becoming rich, but when you're rich, it feels like your needs only grow more demanding and endless, making you crave more and more.
Richard checked his account balance: £1,100,000.
He rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of it all. Before he could think further, his phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, it was Fay.
Suddenly, it hit him—the 1994 World Cup. He could make money with that. Wait—didn't he have a bet on Bulgaria?
Excited, he picked up the phone, but before he could speak, he was stunned by what he heard.
"RICHARD, YOU LOST!!"
"What?" Richard asked instinctively, still trying to process it.
"BLOODY HELL, YOUR BET! BULGARIA LOST BADLY AGAINST NIGERIA!!! THEY WERE TRASHED 3-0! 3-0!!!"
Richard froze. Didn't that mean his hundred thousand was gone?
