My Dominance Begins With Investing In Beauties!

Chapter 4

~Isabella

Carl had brought me here for a shopping spree. The moment I spotted Xavier, my face tightened into a frown.

This was one of the most luxurious malls on campus. Only people from the wealthy class belonged here. Xavier was far too poor to even afford the entrance. If he wasn’t stalking me, then why the hell was he standing in front of me?

I deliberately stepped away from Carl, my expression curling into pure disgust.

“Xavier, why are you following me? Didn’t we already end whatever relationship we had? When exactly did you start stalking me?”

Xavier scoffed.

“Stalking you?” He pulled his hand from his pocket. “Who told you I was stalking you? This mall is huge. Do you think it was built for you alone?”

He sounded stubborn, completely refusing to admit the obvious.

Carl slipped a hand into his pocket, ready to fire off a remark, when a tall, beautiful young woman walked straight up to Xavier and gently took his hand.

I blinked twice.

Wasn’t that Marie Thompson? The most beautiful girl in the Design Department—the dream goddess of countless boys on campus? How could she be shopping with Xavier?

Carl looked just as surprised. Admiration flashed across his face as he stared at Marie.

Anyone with eyes could see how elegant and stunning she was. How could a poor loser like Xavier possibly be shopping with a girl like that?

Marie lowered her voice and asked Xavier,

“Isn’t she Isabella Milton? The same one you’ve been pursuing for years?”

Xavier’s eyes stayed locked on me as he gave a nonchalant shrug.

“That was back then, when I was naive. Now I know better. She’s not worth my time.”

Something inside me twisted.

“Excuse me?” The words shot out before I could stop them. “Why don’t you tell her how I dumped your good-for-nothing ass?”

For some reason Marie didn’t even acknowledge what I said. She simply took Xavier’s arm and spoke softly.

“Xavier, let’s just pay for this lipstick and move on to the next store.”

My gaze snapped to the product in her hand. An incredulous scoff escaped my lips.

Xavier shrugged.

“Alright then. How much is the lip gloss?”

“It’s one hundred thousand dollars, sir.”

Instantly Xavier pulled out his debit card. Before he could take another step I moved forward, voice dripping with disdain.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing? I got that lip gloss first. If anyone is going to purchase it, it should be me—not you!”

Carl took my hand, his eyes fixed on Xavier.

“Why don’t you just let him purchase it?” Carl suggested.

I spun toward him without missing a beat.

“What are you saying, Carl? Why would I let this pauper buy it for her? Absolutely not!”

Carl slipped a hand back into his pocket and smiled.

“Think about it. Why do you think I told you to let him try? Because I know he can’t afford it.”

His words clicked into place.

Everyone here knew Xavier was poor. There was no way he could afford one hundred thousand dollars. My lips curled into a dark grin. I crossed my arms and spoke with open contempt.

“Don’t tell me my breakup deluded you this badly. Is that why you’re acting so crazy? Thinking you can actually spend that kind of money is insane. Do you even know what one hundred thousand dollars looks like?”

Instead of answering my taunts, Xavier calmly handed his debit card to the cashier.

“Results speak better than words.”

She took it. I scoffed under my breath.

His stupidity had reached another level. For him to believe he could spend that amount? This was Xavier—the poorest simp on campus. It was completely impossible.

While the cashier scanned the card I continued staring him down.

“Why don’t you drop the act already and accept that you’re poor? There’s no point trying to impress me thinking I’ll take you back. One hundred thousand dollars is a hefty sum for a poor simp like you. Just give up and accept that you will never be able to spend that kind of money in a single—”

“PAYMENT SUCCESSFUL!”

The machine’s robotic voice cut me off mid-sentence.

My eyes widened in pure shock. Before I could even process what had happened, the cashier handed Xavier his card with a polite smile.

“Sir, the transaction was successful.”

Xavier took the card, turned to me, and smirked.

“Sorry… what did you say again, Isabella? That I cannot afford one hundred thousand dollars?”

I shook my head, lips trembling.

No… no… this couldn’t be… this couldn’t be true!