Julia was totally confused. “The Director has always been treating Jordan specially, but now he just expelled him and even apologized to you. What the fuck happened, Marcus?” Marcus scoffed lightly. “Maybe he was also tired of his bad attitude.” Julia nodded slowly. “Yes. That makes sense. He must have stepped on his nerves and that made Mr. Vincent really upset. That is the only logical explanation.” Marcus nodded. “Yes, that must be it.” But what truly happened was different. Marcus had foreseen something like this might happen after the banquet incident, That Jordan might try to get back at him after the banquet incident. So he met Mr. Vincent and revealed who he really was. Mr. Vincent was shocked, because even the Mr. Fisher was nothing compared to anyone from the Langstone family. In fact, Marcus gave three times the amount what Mr. Fisher gave to the school for sponsors. He told the Director to deal with Jordan properly whenever he acted out again. He even made it clear

Julia’s patience was already thinning.The room no longer felt like a reunion. Everyone had already picked sides and forgotten they were even supposed to be there. She leaned slightly toward Marcus, voice low.“We should just leave,” she muttered. “This isn’t even a get-together anymore. They’re just… choosing people.”Damien also nodded but Marcus still glued his eyes on Wilson. Before he could answer, Wilson clapped his hands once, loudly, pulling the room back into focus.“Yeah!” Wilson said, smiling like he had just thought of something brilliant. “Now I think we’re all getting a bit hungry. We should have a proper meal.”A few people nodded immediately, as if they were waiting for him to lead.He chuckled. “After all, we can’t be sitting in a place like this without treating ourselves well. we aren't that broke. right”Everyone laughed it. Wilson leaned back in his chair, enjoying it.“So tell me,” he went on, “what do we eat? How do we make this interesting?”Jessica lifted

Everyone stared at Marcus like he had just spoken in a different language.For a second no one even reacted. Then the noise came all at once.A few people laughed loudly. Some shook their heads.Others simply looked at him with pity like he was crazy. Ivana leaned forward with her elbows on the table. “Do you mean each of us gets a fifty-thousand-dollar bottle? That’s about eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars in total. You surely don’t have that kind of money. Stop bluffing already.”Wilson frowned and shouted. “Stop wasting our time with a fifty-thousand-dollar wine order you can’t pay for.”Jessica joined in, her voice nervous. “Marcus, stop embarrassing yourself. Even I can’t spend eight hundred and fifty thousand on drinks. Are you tripping?”Julia leaned closer and whispered, “I think you should just stop now.”It was obvious. Not a single person at that table believed him.“He’s lost it.”“This is what poverty does to someone.”“He’s trying to save face.”Marcus did not rep

Meanwhile, on their way home, Damien and Julia were still shaken by everything that had happened. Damien was the first to speak. “Man… what happened back there? You paid over eight hundred thousand dollars for food. And how were you able to beat seven men with knives like that?” Marcus kept his eyes forward as they walked. He would have told them the truth about himself if not for the incident involving his father and the ongoing investigation. He needed to stay hidden until it was over. “I was gifted the black card,” Marcus said calmly. Julia frowned. “Gifted? By who?” Damien snapped his fingers. “The Richard firm again. They represented you during that stealing case. He gave you the black card, right? You must have done something life-saving for him to be doing all that for you.” Marcus nodded slightly. “Yes. It’s him.” Julia sighed. “That still doesn’t explain why you would spend eight hundred thousand just to make a point. That’s a waste.” To julia, that money was very mu

Jessica followed Wilson up the dimly lit staircase, her legs heavy with dread. Each step felt like a descent into hell. When they reached the master bedroom, Wilson pushed the door open and immediately began peeling off his shirt, revealing a muscular, tattooed torso.“Wait,” Jessica said quickly, her voice shaky. “We should freshen up first. I... I can’t do it like this. Let’s shower.”Wilson stopped, his eyes narrowing in clear irritation. Anger flashed across his face — he was impatient. For a second, it looked like he might snap and take her right there on the floor. But he exhaled sharply, controlling himself.“Fine,” he growled. “But you better not try anything funny, Jessica. I swear, if you play games, Marcus dies tonight.” He walked to the bedroom door, slammed it shut, and turned the key in the lock with a loud click. He slipped the key into his pocket. “Should we shower together?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust as he looked her up and down.“No,” Jessica replied q