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Chapter Twenty
“Well, Wayne, I must admit—you’ve got some serious guts,” Dante said, forcing a soft chuckle.“But it’d be a great shame if, in the end, you couldn’t pay for what you just ordered. Or worse—if you tried to back out of covering your share of the bill.” His words were laced with false confidence, but the tremble in his voice betrayed the doubt gnawing at him.Wayne gave a calm smile. “Don’t worry about me, Dante. Just take care of your own part. I’ll handle mine.”Bright narrowed his eyes. “But wait—Wayne just asked about the flowers. Is he trying to say he was the one who gave Sara the flowers Ty claimed he bought?”Ty felt a sudden heat crawl up his stomach. Sara’s piercing stare locked on him, demanding answers, but he said nothing. Wayne’s gaze didn’t flinch.Ty quickly gathered his composure. “Ha… What are you talking about? You think this loser could afford flowers worth $700,000?” His laugh was nervous, desperate. “Sara, are you seriously considering that he might be the one who
Chapter Ninteen
If not for the need to clarify that he was the one who sent the flowers to Sara, Wayne wouldn’t have bothered showing up. But seeing how closely Ty and Sara now sat together, something about the situation felt off—manipulative even. That piqued his interest further.“Wayne, how did you get in? Hope you’re not in any trouble?” Thomas asked, trying to sound polite.Wayne nodded slightly. “No, there’s no trouble. You don’t have to worry.”“Then how did you enter here? Because I know you don’t have a membership card. If you do, then show us,” Amy snapped, her irritation sharp. Her hatred for Wayne’s presence was palpable—he made her visibly uncomfortable, as though his existence was an offense.Dante, hoping to regain the spotlight and impress Amy, stepped in with a fake sense of maturity.“Guys, don’t worry about Wayne. Even if he sneaked in, it’s not a big deal. If there’s any issue, I’ll explain things and they’ll listen. So it’s on Wayne if there’s trouble.” He tapped the touchscreen
Chapter Eighteen
Who could have gifted Sara a flower worth nearly a million dollars? That kind of person had to be far beyond Dante—by a hundred times, at least. Amy stared at the orchid, her mind spiraling into a quiet storm. Her regard for Dante was already thinning, but now it began to hollow entirely.The reunion was meant for the singles among the former college classmates. Those married weren’t invited—except for Wayne, who had never shown up to any gathering before. They all knew why. In college, he’d been the poor kid, the easy target. They bullied and mocked him, and Wayne never forgot it. His presence today had a simple purpose: to thank Sara. He came only to gift her something nice and leave. That was all.He wasn’t bothered by their judgments anymore. If they only knew—he was wealthier than any of them could ever begin to imagine.Back in the VIP lounge, Sara turned the orchid box over and over, searching for a card or note. There was none.“Who could it be? Or… was this a mistake?” she mu
Chapter Seventeen
Dante noticed the slight scowl curling at the edge of Amy’s lips. She didn’t have to say anything. Her disdain for Wayne’s presence was crystal clear—and that was all Dante needed. His pride flared; he couldn’t let her mood sour with Wayne around.“Hey guys,” Dante announced, a sly grin stretching across his face, “why don’t we head up to the VIP lounge instead?”“Oh, that’s way too expensive, man,” Andrew replied with a nervous chuckle.The VIP lounge was no ordinary dining space. It towered—figuratively and literally—above the regular section of the restaurant. A futuristic design wrapped the area in ambient lighting, abstract paintings hung like silent whispers of wealth, and the air was perfumed with chilled dominance, thanks to its perfect climate control. The place was curated for elegance, the kind of place where every table had a story of power behind it.Access wasn’t simple. You needed a membership card—black, sleek, and reserved only for individuals deemed important.Dante
Chapter Soxteen
Wayne and Sara used to be close back in school—an odd pair of sincerity and kindness. She was the one who’d always stood by him when everyone else turned their backs. That loyalty, those quiet moments in the schoolyard, were why he’d come today. To say thank you. But times had changed.She didn’t seem to care anymore.Now, seated among their former classmates, Wayne watched as laughter turned sharp and cruel, directed at him like arrows. His old friend Thomas, the only one not laughing, looked uneasy. His eyes searched the table, searching for something—dignity, perhaps—before he finally stood.“Hey, come on guys, we’re all classmates. Why laugh at Wayne?” Thomas said, voice calm but firm.Before anyone could respond, two more classmates walked in: Ty and Amy.Andrew jumped up with a grin, quickly pulling out chairs for them like a butler greeting royalty. “Hey, class rep! What a coincidence you both came together,” he said, nudging Bright.Bright raised a brow. He’d had his eyes fixe
Chapter Fifteen
David stood frozen as if his soul had been momentarily detached from his body. His eyes blinked rapidly, unsure if he was caught in the middle of a lucid dream.“Whoa… You’re the one Wayne just told me about?” he muttered, still struggling to process the presence of the sharply dressed man before him.Zack—imposing in a custom-tailored black suit, polished shoes that gleamed like mirrors, and an elegant timepiece more expensive than anything David had ever owned—nodded gently, offering a courteous smile.Despite Zack’s lack of national fame, his presence radiated an air of elite prestige. Every movement he made, every breath he drew, dripped with silent authority. To call him merely a “servant” of the Stark family would be to insult royalty by calling it common. And yet, here he was—approaching David with deference.“Yes, Mr. David. If you don’t mind, come with us. My… friend has asked me to work with you.”Zack had nearly said master but checked himself just in time. Wayne had been c
Chapter Fourteen
Peter felt a chill crawl down his spine, like a ghostly hand brushing against his neck. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. There’s no way he has my dad’s number. It’s impossible. My father wouldn’t associate with trash like him, he thought, his mind scrambling for logic. There’s no way… Still, a nervous smile curled at his lips. Wayne calmly pulled out his phone and began dialing. “Haha… Look at you, acting like some big-time actor now,” Peter muttered mockingly. “Go on, tell me how you got my dad’s contact, idiot. My father doesn’t mix with scum.” The room grew tense—so silent it felt like the air itself was holding its breath. Then Wayne spoke. “Hello, Zack.” Peter burst into laughter. “Zack? Haha! Wasn’t it my father you said you were calling? You’re a joke!” Wayne didn’t flinch. His voice was colder now. “Call Mr. Arnold,” he said into the phone. “Tell him his son is about to make him regret his life.” He ended the call before another word could be said. “Huh?” Peter b
Chapter Thirteen
“Lena, are you this ungrateful?” James barked, his voice sharp as a whip. “You and your mother should kneel before Peter. Even that pathetic husband of yours.”Jacob didn’t wait to hear more. The humiliation still clung to his skin like a rash. Head down, pride shattered, he stormed out of the room, unable to bear the weight of his disgrace.“Yes, James is right,” Peter said, adjusting his blazer like he was stepping on stage. The moment gave him an idea—an opportunity to assert dominance. If Wayne could make Jacob kneel, then Peter would make Wayne do the same. Along with Lena.“Lena, I know you’re smart enough not to let your husband’s pride cost you everything,” Peter said smugly. “You and your mother should kneel and thank me. Or I’ll cancel the contract. You’ll be left with nothing.”He sneered. “My family now has direct ties with the Solemere empire. That means we decide who rises and who falls. You should be honored to even be associated with us.”Lena stood frozen. Fragile. He
Chapter Twelve
“Peter… how come this is true?” James asked, his eyes wide as saucers, turning to Peter like a child caught in a storm he didn’t understand.The entire room was still—frozen in a silence so thick it could suffocate. All eyes turned to Lena.Jacob stood rooted to the spot, his fingers trembling as he reread the details on his phone. “But this is official,” he whispered, then turned to James, showing him the screen. “There’s no way she forged this… right?”Lena stood stiffly, her mind spinning. Even she hadn’t fully grasped what had happened.“Did my daughter really get the $80 million contract?” Gift murmured under her breath. Her lips curled, just slightly—an involuntary smile forming as she watched the tension in the room shift. Power was changing hands, and she felt it.“Lena, I knew you’d make me proud,” she said aloud, finally giving in to the joy bursting inside her. “That’s my daughter.”Her voice rang out, clear and bold, and it made Mrs. Romanos twitch where she stood—shocked,
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