As soon as Lorenzo stepped out of Maison Noir, carrying his packaged executive meal, he hailed a cab straight back to his dormitory. Upon arriving, he found the room completely empty—his friends hadn't returned from their lectures yet. Unboxing the lavish spread at his desk, he ate quickly, his mind still racing from what had just transpired at the restaurant. A faint, bitter smile touched his lips. For weeks now, Ava and Evan had walked all over him, treating him like garbage because he was broke. Seeing them on their knees today hadn't given him the vengeful satisfaction he expected—only a realization of how small and pathetic they truly were. Setting the empty container aside, his gaze drifted down to his outfit. Aside from the plain, heavy-fabric T-shirt Derek had given him at the estate, he realized he barely had anything decent to wear. He peeped at his worn-out sneakers, realizing a complete wardrobe overhaul was long overdue: new clothes, formal wear, shoes, sneakers, and ba

‘Transaction Successful’Lorenzo's lips instantly curled up into a faint, victorious smile upon seeing the golden status change on the screen.He turned smoothly to the flashy and arrogant woman, his gaze cold and unimpressed. "Transaction successful."The woman, whose eyes had widened in absolute shock and her jaw dropping in surprise, rushed toward the cashier counter. "This is a lie! It’s not possible! Run it again! How can a man dressed like him be able to afford that kind of money?!"The cashier froze for a second, staring at the screen as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing either. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed with difficulty.“Ma’am… the payment went through,” the cashier said slowly, her voice trembling slightly. “Fifty thousand dollars. Paid in full.”A stunned, heavy silence fell over the entire store.The crowd that had been whispering moments ago suddenly went completely dead silent. Several people leaned forward, straining their necks trying to catch a

After class dismissed, Lorenzo made his way straight back to his dormitory. He had no energy for campus gossip or unnecessary distractions, especially with students still turning their heads to stare at his upgraded outfit. Reaching his room, he found it blissfully empty. Kicking off his sneakers and changing into comfortable nightwear, he collapsed onto his bed, eager for a few quiet hours of rest. He pulled out his phone, leaning back against his pillows to casually browse the internet. He had barely been scrolling for fifteen minutes when a sharp push notification flashed across the top of his screen: > [NOTIFICATION] Monica Hale is LIVE right now! Tap to watch. > Lorenzo stared at the banner for a beat. He remembered the arrogant vlogger from earlier and her parting threat: “This is not over.” He knew instantly that whatever she was broadcasting was bound to be trouble. Driven by quiet curiosity, he tapped the notification and joined the stream. As the feed loaded, Monica a

The next morning, Lorenzo was awakened not by his alarm, but by the loud, agitated chatter of his roommates across the dorm room. “Bro, wake up! Look at the school forum!” his roommate, Marcus, shouted, nearly dropping his phone. “Some anonymous whale named Mr. Anonymous dropped over three million dollars on Monica’s live stream last night!” “Three million? Try global internet chaos!” Leo chimed in from his desk, scrolling feverishly through social media. “The guy completely hijacked the stream, called everyone out, and promised to show up at the Grand Impact Gala next week! The entire campus is losing its mind guessing who he is!” Lorenzo groaned softly, pretending to rub the sleep from his eyes as he sat up in bed. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The screen was practically buzzing with notifications. The university's official forum, group chats, and social feeds were filled with speculative posts:> [TRENDING #1] Who is Mr. Anonymous? Is he a final-year student at

Lorenzo turned around and made his way back up to his suite, leaving Derek to manage the logistics below. As the private elevator doors slid shut, sealing him into serene silence, Lorenzo let out a soft breath. The spectacle downstairs had gotten completely out of hand, but he couldn't deny the thrill of having that level of AI tech and raw luxury literally at his beck and call. Lorenzo took the elevator and went upstairs. He stood in front of the mirror and realized he urgently needed to get his hair cut and his beard shaved in order to look more handsome. He decided that he would be driving himself to the barber’s. Although Lorenzo could easily make a request with just one phone call to have an elite stylist come directly to his suite, he needed to get some books at the library and handle a few things personally. Staying indoors all the time wasn’t his style, and besides, he needed some fresh air. His eyes lingered on his reflection for a few more seconds before he scoffed ligh