—[You have leveled up!]... —[Profile I INFO]- Power Level: Lvl 7 (+)-ENG: 100%-STR: 100% -SPD: 100%-AGL: 100%-PHYQ: 100%-INT: 100%...Jedidiah had just finished consuming the last of the 40 mana fruits when he decided to take the opportunity to observe his slow but steady progress — Three level-ups in one go!With the mana fruits' taste till lingering in his mouth, Jedidiah felt it's after -effect hit him like a freight train. Relishing the sweet rush of power pulsating through his veins, he unconsciously flexed his muscles — His action resulting in tight popping-like crack noises to echo out."Young Master!" an excited sounding voice suddenly broke through his power-dazed state. Looking towards the source, Jedidiah gazed at the figure who had just rushed into the gazebo in a hurried manner, like someone whose pants had caught fire. "Don't tell me the other boutiques rejected you too?" Jedidiah's brows shot up, his tone heavily laced with sarcasm. In the face of this q

As soon as Zach Vanderwaal made his appearance, a slight smirk of satisfaction curled up across his lips as he enjoyed the praises and gazes of respect and envy being showered his way. However along the line, he sensed there was a particular gaze within the crowd that felt different. Instead of oozing with envy, this particular gaze was dripping with careful assessment . — Almost like the owner was dissecting the core of his being with his eyes. "So he's my future enemy." Jedidiah's brows furrowed as he silently assessed Zach. The first time they met, he had no idea who he was, as such he treated him as a random arrogant young aristocrat. But now that he had the chance to observe him deeply, he discovered the others party had a striking trait similar to Lady CeCe; a head cascaded with silver colored hair. Not many people possessed this unique hair-color. As such it was only natural for people like Zach to instantly attract attention to themselves whenever they walked into a crowd o

The Young Master Of the Miller Clan?! All eyes unconsciously trailed over towards Zach's direction, eliciting a round of confused murmurs amongst the young aristocrats present. Strange — Why would Zach need an invitation card to an event he was personally hosting?! Except--- Many of the young Aristocrats present instantly shuddered as they unconsciously rejected the audacious possibility that had just sprang up in their collective minds. There's no way what they were thinking was actually possible — It couldn't be right?! With an ugly expression forming on his face, Zach shot the figure who had just cat walked into view, a questioning look, trying to see what angle the other party was playing at.- Wasn't it already public knowledge that he was the undisputed young Master of the Miller Clan?! "Natalie.." however after being in the spotlight for nearly all his life, Zach knew how to best control his emotions — He had more than a decade of practice to perfect this trick of his.

The entire Sky Lounge plunged into pin drop silence as about a hundred eyes shot Jedidiah cold looks, piercing right through him like daggers. Just when it felt like a torrent of insults was on the verge of being unleashed at him, the crisp sound of somebody deliberately clearing their throat, cut through the pensive atmosphere. "Mister Jedidiah makes a solid argument." with her well painted manicures tapping against the surface of the dining table before her in a well measured tempo, Natalie's cherry red lips parted open as she continued speaking. "Back when I was studying in Europe, I was once a member of a certain exclusive Writers Club. Even though it's been quite a long time since I reached out.." in the middle of speaking, Natalie's eyes briefly darted towards Blaire's direction, before she continued. "It just so happens that two of its members are in the city on a social visit. To ensure fairness, I suggest that they preside over tonight's event. It wouldn't hurt to have a

"Impossible!" Zach sharply blurted, eliciting confused gazes all around him. Sensing the awkward atmosphere his exclaimation just created, he inhaled sharply, the pitch of his voice decreasing drastically. "I apologize." Jedidiah's brows jumped as his lips split sideways into an amused smirk. "What is the matter, Mister Zach? Was my answer incorrect?" Jedidiah's question raised suspicions in the hearts of the young Aristocrats present as their gaze were redirected towards Zach's direction. —[You have trolled Zachary Vanderwaal for +100.. +100.. +100] Sensing the piercing gazes all around him, Zach balled his fist in an attempt to stiffle his rage. The poem he had just quoted was a piece his father had obtained from a silent auction. Apart from himself and his father, only a certain handful of individuals had seen the poem. He struggled to understand how Jedidiah had knowledge about the poem. Even though there was a looming possibility Jedidiah was the grandson of the illustrious