After Refusing to Cash In the 100 Million Prize

chapter 1

My name is Fiona Knight. That day, a woman named Camila Acosta came to my lottery shop claiming she had won a hundred million dollars.

She held up a lottery ticket and shouted at the camera, "I won a hundred million dollars! But the shop owner saw Im from the countryside and refused to cash my prize!"

"Tomorrow is the deadline to claim the prize. My parents are still in the hospital, waiting for this money to save their lives!"

She pointed the camera at me.

Viewers in the livestream started cursing at me.

[This shop owner is so cruel! Thats her parents life-saving money!]

[Cash the prize immediately! Or well all come and smash your store!]

I just looked at the camera coldly and said, "Cash the prize? Impossible. You can sue me in court."

My words ignited the anger of the viewers.

They all offered to help Camila send me to jail.

But she hesitated and refused, "I'm just a rural person, I don't dare to cause trouble, I just want to get back my parents' life-saving money."

When the viewers heard this, they cursed me even more harshly.

"You scumbag! How dare you bully an honest rural person like this! Youre absolutely heartless!"

"If you don't give the prize, just go die!"

"How can someone like you exist in society? Are you deaf? Her parents are waiting for this money to save their lives!"

I looked at the flood of foul language in the livestream, but my face remained expressionless.

Suddenly, Camila knelt down in front of me.

Her forehead slammed heavily onto the ground, and blood quickly seeped from her temple.

She raised her blood-covered face and hoarsely begged me, "Miss, I beg you, please let me claim the prize. My parents are still in the hospital waiting for me."

"I know you look down on us rural folks, but that's my parents' life-saving money."

"Those are two living lives, please let me claim the prize!"

She clutched my pant leg, her voice trembling. "As long as you're willing to let me claim the prize, I'm willing to give you half!"

"I swear, we can sign a contract. I'm willing to give you half the prize money, as long as you're willing to let me claim it."

"I beg you, tomorrow is the final deadline."

Her words won the sympathy of the livestream viewers.

But I remained unmoved, calmly repeating, "I won't claim this prize. If you have any objections, just take me to court."

The comment section was flooded with another wave of insults.

[You're just a lottery shop owner, why are you acting so high and mighty?]

[What gives you the right not to redeem the prize? Just wait to go to jail!]

[I've never seen such an arrogant lottery shop owner in my life. Are you even human? Redeem the prize now!]

[Are you going through menopause? If you want to die, just go ahead!]

I ignored the insults, turned around, entered the shop, and locked the glass door.

Outside, only Camila's hoarse cries remained.

At this moment, someone online recognized me.

[Isn't this the lottery shop I often visit? I buy a lottery ticket there once a week, and the owner is quite friendly.]

[Yeah, I also often buy lottery tickets at this shop. I have pretty good luck and occasionally win small prizes. She has never refused to pay out.]

[Yeah, my friend even won a hundred thousand dollars.]

But these faint voices were immediately drowned out by the netizens' scolding.

[I think you all have no conscience. Did this woman hire someone to clear her name so quickly?]

[You're accomplices too, go to jail together!]

[She's a good person? Nonsense! That girl was waiting for the money to save her parents' lives, so why wouldn't she cash the lottery ticket? It's clearly malicious!]

Those who spoke up for me quickly fell silent.

The entire morning passed, and Camila knelt outside with a pale face.

No matter how she begged, I sat there coldly, saying nothing.