"He is a true Graham," she finally declared. "Please bring the most expensive champagne in our collection and a 24k gold wine cup." Maria stepped out immediately to fetch the listed items. "What the hell are you doing, Miss?" Evelyn frowned. "I thought you were a classy woman? Why are you kneeling before this lowlife who...." Before she could finish her statement, a hot, resounding slap landed across her face. "Pa!" She staggered, placing her hand sharply on the spot as the pain throbbed. Her own boyfriend, Riley Harrison had slapped her so hard she felt dizzy for a few seconds. "Shut the fuck up, you filthy bitch! Do you want to get us killed?" he barked, pointing at her with rage as he knelt down before Peter, clutching his legs while begging like a desperate little child. "Please Sir, I was just being stupid. Please forgive me. I never knew you were a Graham." Peter scoffed. "So even if I wasn't a Graham, you would have treated any other person the same way. Like t

Lucia sighed heavily. Her sister was so dramatic and always loved making everything about her. She had always been like that since childhood—the jealous type who thought the world revolved around her. One time when Lucia was just five, two years younger than her sister, Sophia had broken their mother’s expensive wristwatch and bullied Lucia into taking the fall for it, she then pretended like she knew absolutely nothing about it. Lucia got scolded and whooped bitterly afterward, while all Sophia could do was laugh. That was the level of cruelty she possessed. She barely cared about family and would throw anyone under the bus as long as it guaranteed her own desires. "I will go first then," Sophia began. She brought out a fancy, well-decorated box wrapped like a present and placed it on the table where Lucia was now standing. "This is a platinum Cartier Santos-Dumont valued at fifty thousand dollars," Sophia declared, flaunting the expensive present in the air. "I decided t

Immediately, it verified in less than three seconds. Rhonda gasped. Even she hadn’t expected it to be true. "It is indeed a real Diamond Himalaya Birkin 30, valued at $970,000. Peter’s gift to Lucia is the most expensive one here." Every student gasped in awe as they began hailing him. They knew how poor he was, so pulling off something like this was truly remarkable. "Peter! Peter! Peter!" some excited students who loved drama screamed in unison. Sophia frowned in complete humiliation. How could all this even be true? In that moment, she vowed to find out what silly games Peter had up his sleeves and who might have helped him pull off something like that. Troy, on the other hand, couldn’t believe his eyes either. His gift was supposed to be the most expensive. But Peter—the same lowlife orphan he had spat on and shamed for being unfortunate had just humiliated him in front of hundreds of students. "Woah… Peter’s gift turned out to be the most expensive," a voice echoed

Even though Owen was excited, Peter wasn’t entirely sure how to receive the news. Not to mention that the Warland University players were the absolute best among every other school in the country. Major NBA stars had come from there. They were not just a challenge but a major check. Defeating them would bring massive buzz to the university. "Bruh, do you hear that?" Owen beamed with excitement. "It’s game season." Peter chuckled, replying with a soft smile as he returned his attention to the principal. "So, buckle up students, let’s make history once again," Ms. Burns echoed as every student who found the news exciting began to scream in cheers and satisfaction. Ms. Burns left the podium and returned to her office, dismissing the students. Everybody began leaving the auditorium, heading back to their various duties for the day. It was already afternoon. Since the first classes had been cancelled, they had just one more for the day. Owen was about to stand when his s

Mr. Samson chuckled menacingly as he walked away from Peter, stepping into his vehicle and zooming off. Peter stood there for a second, thinking about his next step. One thing's for certain, Mr. Samson would definitely eat his words, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he finally put him where he truly belonged. Just as Peter turned his back to leave, he saw the same little boy from a distance—the same boy who had begged him earlier for food. The boy stood watching him in a creepy way that scared the hell out of Peter for a second. He waved at the child, but the boy stood rigid and firm, with no ounce of a smile on his face. Peter lowered his hands awkwardly as he frowned in confusion, wondering why the boy was staring at him like that. As he took his first step, attempting to approach the boy, the child walked away from that spot into another cornered direction. Peter increased his steps as he followed the little boy. What did he want? Who sent him?