CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: NAME

Maybe they would even be able to rent a better place... perhaps even buy a small home inside the city.

They could finally improve their lifestyle, and she could even beg her father to stop working himself to exhaustion. The more Megan thought about it, the more gratitude welled up in her heart.

Mario stared at his daughter with a slightly awkward smile and said,

"I forgot to ask the organization’s name. But don’t worry, I’ll call the number again and ask."

With that, he dialed the number. The call connected quickly, and he heard the same neutral, genderless voice.

He greeted the person politely and asked for the name of the organization, explaining that previously he had been in such a hurry that he forgot to ask.

On the other end, the voice first asked, "Did you receive the funds?"

Once Mario confirmed, the voice replied,

"There is no official name for this organization. In the future, if you find any hardworking, talented individuals, you may recommend them. But please only recommend truly gifted people.... not just above average ones."

Hearing this, Mario frowned and repeated his question. "But what is the name of your organization?"

This time, he heard a soft sigh.

"There is no name. It is a secret charity group known only to certain wealthy individuals. Its name can’t be disclosed for now. But if you meet any gifted but poor individuals, you may reach out again."

With that, the call ended.

For a moment, both Mario and Megan just sat there in disbelief.

They had never heard of an organization that donated such a huge sum yet refused to reveal its name.

Megan was suddenly reminded of an organization that wants to make their black money, white. Could it be... they have encounter one?

’What if the money is some kind of proof that can be used against us?’

Before Megan could even voice the suspicion that maybe... just maybe... this was some elaborate trick, Mario spoke firmly.

"Whoever they are, they are our benefactors. When we succeed in the future, we should definitely thank them."

Hearing that, Megan finally sighed in resignation.

What kind of scammer deposits ten million dollars into someone’s account?

Besides, even with modern technology, there was no tool that could scam someone simply by knowing their bank account number.

As for black money... transferring money to them may even result in them not earning anything back.

With that thought, she exhaled in relief. Whoever the person was, she would definitely thank them someday.

Meanwhile, Lana hung up the call and stretched lazily. She had slept wonderfully last night... no nightmares at all.

Mr. Crow watched her and let out a long sigh.

"With what you just told him, aren’t you afraid Megan will actually start searching for more talented people and bring them to you? Will you really hand out ten million dollars to every one of them?"

Lana burst out laughing.

"I hope I won’t need to give that much. Maybe just one or two million. I can easily support 200 to 300 people with that amount. And with my current earning speed, it’s not a problem."

Mr. Crow stared at her, baffled. "What earning speed? What exactly are you earning from?"

Lana rolled her eyes.

"I told you... I’ll soon receive royalties from the weapon I created. After that, money won’t be an issue. Sponsoring a few people won’t change anything."

Mr. Crow puffed up like an offended elder.

"Even if that’s true, you’re not even leaving your name behind! What’s the point of doing charity if you don’t let people know who helped them? They won’t feel grateful at all!"

Lana burst into laughter as if he had cracked the funniest joke.

"I’m not doing charity, I’m giving back to the community. Why should I leave my name behind? Real charity is done without expecting recognition. That’s what everyone should strive for."

Mr. Crow stared at her as if she had turned into an unsolvable puzzle.

’The more I think I understand her, the less I actually understand...’

Sometimes she behaved like a greedy little hoarder, yet other times she didn’t hesitate to give away money to those in need. Sometimes she made him feel narrow-minded; other times she resembled a reckless child.

Truly, she was a complex creature he could not figure out.

Meanwhile, Lana, in high spirits, began to dance around the room.

She even grabbed Mr. Crow’s tiny wing and said, "Come on! Dance with me!"

Mr. Crow screamed in horror. "What are you doing? Don’t drag me into this!"

But Lana kept spinning, humming cheerfully.

"I did a good deed today! You know, happiness comes when you help someone. Even doing one good thing can make you feel thrilled!"

Mr. Crow felt like his feathers were about to fall off again.

"If I go blind from watching you dance, I’ll take revenge! I’ll peck all your hair off like a woodpecker!"

Lana laughed.

"Go ahead! I’m waiting. Besides, when I reach Celestial Master rank in Mystic Cultivation, I can grow back my hair with a snap of my fingers!"

Mr. Crow groaned. "That’s just a rumor..."

Lana ignored him completely. To her, acting happy could truly make someone happy, and this time, she genuinely was.

The rule of happiness was simple: appreciate what you have and give back more than you take.

Meanwhile, far away from them, Naina woke up in her bed and remembered the upcoming field trip.

Suddenly, Lana’s nagging came to mind, and she slapped her forehead.

"I should go to the field trip early... maybe I can avoid whatever disaster is coming."

Sometimes she even wondered if her life was some TV soap opera with no domineering CEO. How come she always attracts danger?

’Or maybe...I was supposed to die. Hence... I am now constantly attracting danger, till I die..."

Naina remembered the movie called Final Destination and shivered in fear.

’Don’t scare yourself! You will live!’

With that thought, she got up immediately and began getting ready.