Neal dropped by at home. In his room, he took a quick shower and decided to put on one of the clothes he got. He paused for a moment to admire himself in the mirror, his tall, lean but muscular physique, the ease with which the dark blue shirt and jean pants fell fluidly on his body. The way the color complemented his skin color.The corners of his lips rose in a smirk. He finally understood why the girls at school were making such a fuss about him. At first, he'd been surprised by their attraction to him but he now understood. Even without the branded clothes and flashy endowments that would scream his estimated bank balance, he was still good-looking. Little wonder they were able to overlook his ‘poverty’ and still show interest in him.At the thought that they all believed that he was poor made a chuckle rumble up his throat. While some pitied him, most mocked and ridiculed him. If only they knew that he was worth much more than their fathers.He soon left for the restaurant. It

Elsa's offer and condition angered Peter. If Neal should take the offer, there is a high chance that it would thwart his plans, and even if it doesn't, it would not have as much impact.Intent on ensuring that such does not happen, Peter cut in before Neal could give a response.“Neal has more dignity than you all think." Everyone's attention shifted to Peter. With a smirk, he looked from Elsa, who had her brows arched, to Neal, who was now looking at him with an impassive expression.He continued, “He couldn't possibly allow a woman to pay for him." He tutted, “That would be too shameful and degrading." "That'd be a shame to our gender,” some of the boys said as they glared at Neal."Why does a man have to be so poor? Goodness!”The ladies looked at Elsa and some of their gazes narrowed in suspicion. “Maybe that is Elsa's aim, to disgrace Neal." "That's true. I mean, we all know he's poor so obviously he'd accept the offer.”“Elsa is so cruel. Of all people, she chose to prey on p

Neal was stunned. He didn’t expect the information that the waiter had just relayed to him. Amber never mentioned this to him. Or even say anything about making him a VIP anywhere. How could she keep something this big from him? Perhaps she forgot. It was unlike Amber to not relay important matters to him. Maybe she just didn't consider it important.Perhaps, it was normal for him to be VIP everywhere.“Alright then." He smiled at the waiter as he turned his card to his wallet. So he wasn't going to pay. After all the fuss the group was disappointed was even better than the surprise of having enough to pay.The people were still shocked. They looked between Neal and the waiter who waited before Neal like he was awaiting instructions.They still couldn't comprehend what was happening. How is it possible?" Some of them whispered. While some wiped their faces over and over again, wondering if they had too much wine and were hallucinating. One of Peter's friends shook his head, “There'

Relieved gasps and cries from the girls filled the room. "Thank you so much, Neal. Thank you," they cried as they calmed themselves down. Then they hurried to Neal, without shame or hesitation.“We're so sorry," they reverently apologized to him, feeling so grateful. They regretted that they had looked down on him just because of his appearance.As some apologized, relieved that they won't have to strip, a few hastened to fix their hair and makeup. Then they began to flirt with Neal again, strongly hoping to get his attention now that they knew he wasn't poor.Neal ignored them completely. They would never learn, he thought. He just let them be because they had apologized like he'd asked. Otherwise, he'd have taught them a new lesson.Neal acknowledged their apologies when they came. He suddenly felt an itch on his temple. He turned to his side and saw Elsa looking at him with a thunderous glare. Her fist tightened around her phone.Elsa was furious. She felt an immense amount of st

Vanessa leaned against her locker and frowned at her screen. She no longer assimilated the content on her screen. Her mind was somewhere else.She had arrived at school that morning to see everyone huddled together, gossiping, their faces glued to their screens. Her interest at first was piqued but then, when were they not gossiping? So she paid no heed to them.Now, as she waited for the next class, the whispers of her schoolmates reached her but she didn't listen. Not until she happened to hear that Peter was involved.“Peter did this to himself. He shouldn't have made the rule up. Neal-”She abruptly turned to the group of two boys and a girl. "Peter made what happened? What happened to Neal? Which dinner?”"The group dinner, of course," one of the boys supplied.“Didn't Peter invite you?” One of the girls asked.“I was too occupied to attend,” Vanessa shrugged. Though she wished she was able to attend solely because it would have been an opportunity to spend more time with Neal.T