The students could not wrap their heads around who they were seeing; no way was it possible… The doors opened. From the Veyron, Barry stepped out, his custom suit worth more than half the students’ tuition combined. His fabric shimmered under the streetlights. It was handcrafted, imported, and tailored so perfectly it made every “designer” outfit in the crowd look like thrift-store clearance items. Even his shoes glowed with a polish that screamed money, making everyone else’s footwear look dusty and defeated. Another collection of gasps rippled through the crowd. Phones shot up instantly. Before anyone could recover, the Chiron’s door lifted and Jace emerged, dripping in a bespoke ensemble so elite that even the campus rich kids suddenly looked middle-class. His jacket alone could buy out the entire party’s outfits twice over. Every thread of his clothing reflected wealth, authority, and pure disrespect toward anyone who ever mocked him. Even his posture radiated the kind of conf

Without warning, Mikel shoved past Barry and Jace, pushing them aside like they were blocking his spotlight. He straightened his jacket, plastered on the fakest confident smile he could muster, and strutted right into the center of the hall. He cleared his throat dramatically. “Ahem! Everyone, listen up!” He shouted, raising a hand. The music lowered, heads turned, and whispers died instantly. He smirked as all eyes locked onto him. “I know you’re all shocked by Michael and his little… transformation tonight,” he began loudly. “So let me go ahead and clear up the confusion before anyone starts giving the wrong person too much credit.” He spread his arms arrogantly. “You’re welcome.” Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Mikel continued, voice dripping with mock generosity.“Yes, yes, I’m the one who dressed them up. I’m the one who arranged the cars. I’m the reason they don’t look like they crawled here from a thrift shop dumpster.” A few people gasped. Some actually nodde

The hall buzzed with frantic speculation about the Scofields’ heir… until Mikel cleared his throat loudly and raised a hand. “Guys, guys…relax.” He said, slipping back into his confident smirk. The students turned to him instinctively; for the moment, he was the center of gravity again. “Before we all lose our minds, let’s be realistic here. The VC said graduating students only. That means the list isn’t final.” Amara, who had glued herself to his arm earlier after he took credit for the cars and outfits, leaned in even closer. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, almost purring. Her eyes were practically glowing at him. Mikel rested a hand on her shoulder like he owned her. “I mean, we can adjust the list. Add… certain people.” Danny perked up immediately. “Wait, for real? Because I’m not graduating yet, but this event is too big to miss.” “Exactly,” Mikel said. “People like Danny… and Amara.” He tilted his head proudly. “They deserve to be there.” A few people nodded in agre

The chaos had finally simmered down. The party still went on, but the energy wasn’t the same. The DJ played something upbeat, but nobody moved with real enthusiasm. Now, students stood in small clusters across the venue, whispering, gossiping, overanalyzing Mira’s words, and obsessing over the mysterious Scofield heir. Amara, once the loudest voice in the mocking, was now practically stuck to Celia’s side, trying to sweet-talk her way into securing a spot on the ceremony list. “Celia, come on,” Amara insisted, voice low and urgent. “You know I should be there. Just… shift things a bit. Make space for me.” Celia rubbed her temple. “Amara, it’s not that simple.” “Simple enough,” Amara said, forcing a smile. “You wouldn’t want the world’s top model missing out, right?” Celia only sighed. Across the room, Michael leaned against a pillar, visibly exhausted from everything. He glanced at Mira. “Hey,” he said quietly, nudging her shoulder. “Wanna get out of here?” Mira blinked. “Wher

Barry and Jace snuck outside to call Michael. “Bro! You won’t BELIEVE what just happened, you totally missed out.” Barry whispered excitedly. Michael listened calmly. “So that's what happened…I see.” He said simply. They blinked. That was it? No celebration? No shock? They simply shrugged and went back in. Inside the hall, the Franchesters had already begun transferring the payment. Their empire bleeding as the consequences of Danny’s lie crashed down on them. Just when everyone thought the chaos had peaked, just when people were finally starting to catch their breath after the CEO of Elite Inc. marched out and Danny stumbled away to retrieve the beauty kit from Jane’s apartment, the doors burst open again. BAM! Becky Franchester stormed in like a hurricane in heels, a group of muscular men behind her dressed in black jackets. Her eyes were blazing with fury. “Where is he?!” She shouted. “Where is MICHAEL?!” The room froze. Celia, already exhausted from the night’s disaste