Julia frowned in confusion and disbelief. How could someone obstruct the way like this? Marcus also looked around, wondering if the owner was nearby, but he saw no one.Julia said, “Let’s just squeeze ourselves past here.”At that moment, a voice chimed in from behind them.“Why squeeze yourself when you can just enter the car and drive away?”The crowd instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.A man was walking through the gathering crowd with calm and confident steps. He looked to be in his late twenties. His tailored black suit fit him perfectly, and his sharp facial features immediately drew attention. His jawline was well-defined, his nose straight, and his deep eyes carried a natural charm that made people look twice. His neat dark hair and warm smile only added to his striking appearance.Several women in the crowd unconsciously held their breath as they stared at him.“Who is he?”“He's so handsome.”“Oh my God, look at him.”Even those who had been focused on the b

Julia screamed at him, “Why are you behaving like this? You know you can’t take rejection, and you came here with all this. Just get your loser self out of here!” Everyone was shocked at how Julia had rejected such a big amount. “She is insane. What!” “I have never witnessed something like this before!” Sancho, now that his rejection was being broadcast, was getting very angry. Julia then requested, “Move your car out of the way.” “No, I won’t,” Sancho refused. Marcus chimed in, “Hey, your car is obstructing the way. Either you move it, or I’ll help you move it.” Sancho scoffed, “Haha. Man, I’m not moving it, and there’s nothing you can do. For your information, if any scratch gets on my car, you will pay for it.” Marcus scoffed at Sancho’s arrogance, then stared at the car for a moment. Then, suddenly — no one expected it. Smash!!! Marcus delivered a powerful blow to the front windshield, and it shattered instantly. Everyone in the studio dropped their jaws in sh

Jessica only watched him and smirked, then said, “You know I can’t do that, Travis.” Travis begged desperately, his voice cracking with urgency. “Please, Jess. The party is mandatory—you have to come with a partner. I don’t want to show up alone and look like a total loser in front of everyone. They always roast me about it.” Jessica sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “I really want to help you, but I just can’t. What would people think? I’m older than you, and with my social status… it might backfire badly. Rumors would spread like wildfire.” “But the party is in a private VIP room at a high-end bar,” Travis insisted, stepping closer. “No press, no outsiders. I could finally brag to my old classmates who always call me a loser. Just this once. Please.” Jessica asked cautiously, “You really don’t have any other woman at all?” Travis shook his head. “None. And you should do this for me as a reward for helping with your deal. Jess.” Seeing him so desperate and pleading, Jessica f

Abigail didn’t back down as she added, “She was always forming in school like she had it all, always acting like she is the righteous one. Now she has lost everything, both her boyfriend and her wealth, so you people should stop being pathetic and dancing around her.” Everyone gulped, shocked to hear this. They had all assumed Betty was still the daughter of the wealthy man she used to be. That was the reason many of them had been treating her with so much attention and caution. With that realization, the atmosphere shifted instantly. People began to pull back, their expressions changing from concern to cold indifference. Betty sniffled quietly. Marcus could see tears forming under her eyelashes, her shoulders slightly trembling. He immediately understood she didn’t want to stay here anymore, not under this kind of humiliation. Just as Betty was about to stand up and leave, Vera suddenly screamed, “Ohhh… Travis! Look who we have here. It’s Travis!” Instantly, everyone turned in

Abigail looked Marcus up and down slowly, her gaze sharp and unimpressed as she saw he was just in a cheap clothes. “Please,” she scoffed, lips curling. “You can leave now. No need to pretend you have something to prove just to impress people here.” Vera’s expression tightened slightly. “Abigail, enough. How do you even know what he can or cannot afford?” Abigail tilted her head, unfazed. “Look at him. His clothes alone speak. He is probably wearing the cheapest thing in this room.” A few murmurs spread across the table. Some people shifted in their seats, exchanging uncertain glances. Marcus let out a slow breath, eyes steady on her. “What should happen if I end up buying the necklace?” The question landed oddly. For a second, nobody responded. Then Travis let out a short laugh. “Marcus, you really don’t have to embarrass yourself. Just stand up and leave peacefully.” Jessica frowned immediately at Travis. “Stop talking like that,” she muttered under her breath, clearly irri