From Delivery Guy to the Richest Man: Infinite Luck System

09. A Line Crossed

Lizzy was the first to rise from her seat. Her face flushed, not just from embarrassment anymore, but also anger.

“Ken, don’t be disrespectful!” her voice rose, sharp. “Know your place! Don’t make yourself even more embarrassing!”

The room fell slightly silent. They glanced at Miles, waiting for his reaction, but he just stood there with an expression that was hard to read.

On the other hand, instead of feeling offended or angry, Ken actually let out a soft chuckle. It wasn’t loud, but it shifted the atmosphere.

He shook his head lightly, then looked at Lizzy calmly.

“Embarrassing? The one who should feel embarrassed isn’t me.”

His gaze shifted, sweeping across them one by one, before settling back on Lizzy.

“The one who feels guilty is the one who should be embarrassed. I’m not wrong, and I’m not the one at fault, so why is it embarrassing? Besides, I’m not the one who wanted to come here.”

The sentence sounded simple, but it clearly stung. Lizzy immediately fell silent, her face stiffening.

Meanwhile, the calmness on Miles’ face slowly faded. His gaze turned cold, then darkened.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew that remark wasn’t only directed at Lizzy.

For a moment, the atmosphere grew heavy.

Lizzy, noticing the change, immediately panicked. Her hand instinctively wrapped around Miles’ arm, acting coquettish.

She knew Miles was angry, and that wasn’t something she could take lightly. This man was easy to get, but hard to hold on to.

She swallowed, then quickly spoke, her tone changing, softer, even slightly rushed.

“He’s lying,” Lizzy said quickly. “There’s no proof. What he said can’t be proven.”

Several people nodded slightly, as if it made sense. They were Miles’ friends, so naturally they would side with his girlfriend.

All eyes returned to Ken, and at that moment, Ken realized it was true. He really didn’t have any proof.

All this time, he had never calculated what he spent on Lizzy. Never recorded it, never asked for it back. Because back then, he saw Lizzy as his future wife.

Giving money, helping, fulfilling her needs, all of it felt natural to him at the time.

So now, when all of it was questioned, he couldn’t prove anything.

There was a brief pause.

Then Ken let out a soft sigh.

“It’s fine,” he finally said, his voice flat. “Just consider all the money I spent on you back then… as my charity.”

Several people immediately exchanged glances.

Not finished yet, Ken looked at Miles and Lizzy, continuing in the same calm tone.

“And for these flowers,” he said, glancing at the table, “there’s no need to pay. Including the tip. Just consider it a gift from me. Congratulations on your relationship.”

The room immediately grew noisy. Some whistled teasingly, others were simply stunned, not expecting it.

Not because his words were harsh, but because of Ken’s boldness in saying them, essentially insulting Miles.

Who was Miles? He was the only son of the Brown family, one of the wealthy families in this city.

This delivery guy was truly asking for death, that was what they all thought.

They didn’t know that Ken had already felt that “death” a few days ago. So he wasn’t afraid to feel it again.

Ken turned, preparing to leave.

But before he could go far, Miles’ voice stopped him. His tone wasn’t loud, but it was enough to silence everyone again.

“Wait! I haven’t allowed you to leave.”

Ken stopped, then glanced back slightly.

Miles was already standing now. Casually, he reached into his pocket and took out a dark-colored bank card.

Without many words, he threw it toward Ken.

The card landed right near Ken’s feet.

“Take it,” Miles said. “There’s three hundred thousand dollars in it.”

The room fell silent again.

Miles smirked faintly.

“That should be more than enough for the cost of Lizzy being with you for the past three years.”

He paused for a moment, then added in a clearly demeaning tone,

“And the rest… consider it a thank-you payment for taking care of my girlfriend back then.”

Some people immediately held back their laughter. Others stared at Ken, waiting for his reaction.

Ken didn’t move right away. He just looked at the card for a moment, then slowly lifted his gaze toward Miles.

A few seconds passed, then he let out a soft chuckle.

It wasn’t an angry laugh or a bitter one, more like someone who had just found something amusing in a situation that wasn’t supposed to be funny.

Ken bent down, picked up the card casually, then tapped it lightly against his palm as if inspecting its quality.

“Wow. Quite generous.”

He lifted his gaze, a faint smile forming on his face.

“Thank you, Sir and Miss. I wish your relationship lasts long, without problems, without disturbances, and… without a third party.”

Some people began to smile, catching the strange tone in his words.

Ken then tilted his head slightly, looking at Lizzy.

“Besides, someone who has cheated once usually only needs an opportunity to do it again.”

One of the men cleared his throat softly. The others exchanged looks, torn between laughing and fearing the timing. Meanwhile, Lizzy’s face turned pale.

“Take good care of it, Sir,” Ken added, now looking back at Miles. “Something valuable like that… is usually easy to ‘lose’ if not watched carefully.”

“Ken—!” Lizzy’s voice nearly broke, a mix of anger and panic.

But Ken had already turned away. Without rushing, he walked toward the door, as if everything that had just happened was nothing worth thinking about for too long.

Just before his hand touched the doorknob, a sharp gust of wind swept past the side of his ear.