Son Of The Richest Man

The Prosperity Gamble

"Alright, since everyone is so interested, I'll treat everyone to a meal," Brentley said in a very calm tone.

The chubby guy's smile froze instantly upon hearing Brentley's words, and the surrounding classmates were equally shocked. No one had expected Brentley to actually agree to Colby's request! When Colby heard that Brentley Carter was really planning to treat the entire class to dinner, a flash of confusion crossed his eyes. He couldn't understand how a poor kid, who would do anything for money, suddenly seemed like a different person, willing to spend money on their class dinner.

Ophelia, too, looked at Brentley with a hint of surprise. But she quickly concluded that Brentley was just bragging. How could he possibly have the money to treat everyone to dinner? Ophelia felt secretly relieved that she had already broken up with him. In her eyes, he was a good-for-nothing loser, not only broke but also boastful!

"What's up with Brentley today?" Graham's face showed the same confusion.

"What else could it be? Ophelia dumped him, and Colby insulted him. He's probably just trying to save face by agreeing to this," Tyree replied slowly. He then added, "But treating everyone to dinner would only cost a couple hundred bucks. We could help him cover it if needed."

"Yeah, I just got my allowance," Graham nodded lightly, showing his understanding of Brentley's situation.

"Hey, Brentley, what's gotten into you today? Not only are you going to the party, but now you're also treating everyone to dinner. Is this for real or what?" Farrah shouted at Brentley with a tone full of disdain.

"Yeah, if you really treat everyone to dinner, Barrett will have to eat dirt!" Taylor chimed in.

Barrett was the chubby guy who had just said he would eat dirt if Brentley actually treated everyone to dinner.

"Of course it's real. It's just a meal," Brentley replied calmly. Then he turned to Barrett and asked, "So, when are you planning to eat dirt for everyone to see?"

"Sure, treating us to a meal is fine, but what exactly are you planning to treat us to? You're not thinking of taking us to a street food stall, are you?" Barrett shouted at Brentley, his tone a bit awkward.

"Brentley is finally treating everyone to a meal. I doubt it’s going to be street food. At the very least, it should be the Prosperity Hotel!" Colby chimed in after catching on.

"The Prosperity Hotel?" Brentley couldn't help but shake his head slightly at Colby's words.

"Yeah, Brentley, if you take us to the Prosperity Hotel for dinner today, I'll eat dirt in front of everyone!" Barrett quickly shouted.

"Brentley, what do you say? Since you want to treat everyone, the Prosperity Hotel shouldn't be a problem, right?" Colby asked with a grin.

"No problem, if that's where you all want to go, then let's go." Brentley nodded lightly.

The students in the class were stunned upon hearing this, as they all knew the Prosperity Hotel was a five-star establishment. A meal for so many people would cost at least five or six thousand dollars. How could Brentley possibly afford that?

"Has Brentley lost his mind? How can he agree to this?" Graham couldn't help but exclaim. If it were a regular restaurant, he and Tyree could scrape together the money for the meal. But the Prosperity Hotel? Even Graham and Tyree couldn't afford that!

"Going to the Prosperity Hotel is fine, but I have one condition!" At this moment, Brentley suddenly spoke up.

"What condition?" Colby asked, looking at Brentley.

"The cost of our class dinner at the Prosperity Hotel today, how about you and I split it fifty-fifty?" Brentley knew that Colby was trying to make things difficult for him. If it had been the Brentley from a day ago, he wouldn't have dared to accept the challenge. But now, this amount of money was nothing to Brentley. He could use this opportunity to strike back.

"Heh, how about we split it fifty-fifty?" Brentley suggested with a smirk.

Colby sneered and nodded. "Alright, today’s class expenses will be split between us!"

"Brother Colby, you're awesome!"

"Great, we can go eat at the Prosperity Hotel!"

The students in the class erupted into cheers upon hearing Colby's words. Eating at the Prosperity Hotel with so many people would cost at least five or six thousand dollars. Even splitting it in half would still be over two thousand dollars. Though Colby felt a pinch, he could afford it. He was convinced Brentley couldn’t.

"Brentley, you just wait. When it’s time to pay, I want to see how you handle it!" Colby thought, a sinister smile forming on his face as he watched Brentley walk away.

An hour later, the students arrived at the renowned five-star hotel in Sunshine City, the Prosperity Hotel. As they entered, their eyes widened in amazement. Most of them were ordinary folks who had never been to such a luxurious place.

Graham and Tyree, however, followed closely behind Brentley with worried expressions. "Brentley, do you really have the money to treat everyone?" Tyree asked hesitantly, his voice low.

"Don't worry. If I dared to come, it means I'm prepared," Brentley replied casually.

"But..." Tyree started to speak again, concern evident in his voice.

A beautiful woman in uniform approached Brentley and his group with a bright smile. The manager's eyes flickered with a hint of disdain when she saw Brentley, but she turned to Colby and bowed slightly, saying softly, "Sir, are you here for a meal?"

"That's right, we're here to eat. Get us a bigger private room!" Colby shouted proudly.

"Certainly, sir. Our hotel offers private rooms with a minimum spend of $2,500, VIP rooms with a minimum spend of $5,500, and supreme rooms with a minimum spend of $12,500. Which one would you prefer?" The manager inquired with a professional smile.

Hearing this, Colby couldn't help but glance at Brentley and said softly, "Brentley, it's not every day we get to dine at the Prosperity Hotel. A standard room just wouldn't cut it. How about we go for a VIP room?"

"Colby, that's too much! The VIP room has a minimum spend of $5,500!" Class president Felicity exclaimed, clearly displeased.

Everyone present knew that Colby was deliberately making things difficult for Brentley. If Brentley agreed, he would have to spend a lot more money. But if he refused, he would lose face in front of everyone.

"Class president, what are you saying? Since Brentley invited us to such a fancy hotel, he must not mind spending a bit more, right Brentley?" Colby said with a grin.

"Do you think everyone is as rich as you?" Felicity retorted with a frown.

"Brentley, what do you think? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you scared of the VIP room price? Hahaha!" Colby shouted loudly at Brentley.

"I don't think there's any need for a VIP room," Brentley replied calmly.

"Haha, alright, I get it. You're too poor to treat everyone to something nice. Let's just go with the standard room then!" Colby laughed, his main goal being to humiliate Brentley. He didn't actually want to spend more money himself.

"Miss, please arrange a standard room for us," Colby turned and said to the manager.

"Of course, I'll arrange that right away," the manager nodded quickly.