System Revenge: From Trash Boy to Top Boss

Chapter 3

The sting of Jane’s slap lingered on Damon’s cheek, but it barely registered. He looked at her, then at Xavier, and a short, sharp laugh escaped him. It wasn’t a laugh of pain or embarrassment, but one of pure, unadulterated amusement.

“Stalking you?” Damon scoffed, shaking his head. “Jane, please, you’re not that special. I’m here to shop for myself.”

Jane’s eyes narrowed, her face flushing. “Not special? How dare you! You were just begging me to take you back an hour ago!”

“Begging?” Damon raised an eyebrow. “I was asking what was going on. You were my girlfriend, or so I thought. Apparently, I was wrong.”

“You thought wrong, pauper!” Xavier interjected, stepping closer to Jane, with his arm still possessively around her. “She’s with me now; you’re nothing. You’ll never be anything.”

“Oh, I’ll be something, alright,” Damon retorted. “Just you watch, both of you.”

Their heated exchange was loud enough to draw attention. A salesgirl, impeccably dressed and carrying a clipboard, rushed over, her brow furrowed with concern. She spotted Xavier and her expression immediately softened into a respectful smile.

“Mr. Duston! Is everything alright?” she asked, her voice deferential.

Xavier puffed out his chest. “Everything’s fine, Jessica. Just a… minor annoyance.” He gestured dismissively at Damon, who was still in the full clown costume. “This… guy seems to have wandered in from the streets. He’s claiming he’s here to shop.”

Jessica’s gaze flickered to Damon, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the ridiculous outfit. “Shop?” she repeated, a hint of skepticism in her tone. “Sir, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Damon stated, his voice calm despite the clown suit. “I need some new clothes and a few other things.” He gestured vaguely around the opulent store.

Jane burst into a peal of laughter, loud and mocking. Xavier joined in with a booming and superior laugh.

“You, Damon? Shop here?” Jane shrieked, clutching her stomach. “Are you serious? This isn’t some thrift store, you know! Items here start at ten thousand dollars, at least.”

“Yeah, Newton,” Xavier sneered, wiping a tear from his eye. “Last I checked, you had barely three grand to your name. Where exactly did you get ten thousand dollars for a single shirt?”

Damon just smiled, a slow and knowing smile that infuriated Jane. “Don’t worry about where I got the money; you’ll find out soon enough.”

“Inform Jane Foster that you will be attending her birthday party tonight with your beautiful new girlfriend,” the System’s voice echoed in Damon’s mind, clear and insistent.

Damon blinked. A new girlfriend? He didn’t have a new girlfriend. He wasn’t even interested in going to Jane’s party, not after what had just happened.

“System, I don’t have a girlfriend,” Damon thought, a flicker of panic. “And besides, Jane… she’s the most beautiful girl I know. Who could be more beautiful than her?”

“The instruction stands: convey the message. Your compliance is required for task progression.” The system’s tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Damon sighed internally; he had no choice but to trust the System. It hadn’t let him down with the million dollars, and so he took a deep breath and faced Jane and Xavier again.

“You know what, Jane?” Damon said, his voice carrying a newfound confidence. “You don’t need to worry about my money. You’ll find out all about it tonight when I show up at your party with my beautiful girlfriend.”

Jane and Xavier stopped laughing. Their expressions shifted from amusement to disbelief.

“Your… beautiful girlfriend?” Jane stammered, her eyes wide.

Xavier roared with laughter again, even louder this time. “His beautiful girlfriend! Oh, that’s rich! Which poor, deluded girl on campus would ever date someone like you, Damon? The best shot you ever had was Jane, and she dumped you without a second thought!”

Damon just shrugged, his smile unwavering. “You’ll see. Don’t you worry.”

Jane’s eyes narrowed, a calculating look replacing her shock. She knew Damon, and she knew his financial situation. There was no way he could pull this off; this was her chance to publicly humiliate him, to prove he was still the pathetic pauper she’d just discarded.

“Okay, Damon,” Jane said, a smirk playing on her lips. “Let’s make a bet, then. If you, Damon Newton, actually manage to show up at my birthday party tonight with a girl willing to be your date… then I will apologize to you publicly for everything.”

Damon’s smile widened. “Deal.”

“Oh, this is going to be good,” Xavier chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s truly lost it.”

“Don’t be late, clown,” Jane bellowed, adding a twinkling of condescension to the whole thing. She turned to Jessica, the salesgirl, who was gazing at the whole interaction with wonderment and scorn. 

“Jessica, you better watch out for him. He’s got a history of... sticky fingers. Call security at the store if he tries to take anything.”

Xavier had the same answer. “Yeah, he’s probably just hitting up the joint. Get some distance from him. ”

With that, Jane and Xavier turned and left the store, squealing across the store as they disappeared behind a corner.

Jessica stared back at Damon, her eyes again tightening in suspicion. “Sir,” she said, her voice cold and threatening, “I’m watching you, sir. One misstep and I’ll send you packing. ”

Damon didn’t listen to her, his eyes already moving along the shelves of clothes. He went for a suit made up of black slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a sleek silk tie. And some fancy-looking leather shoes. At that moment he felt Jessica’s suspicious gaze upon him—but he didn’t care as he was on a mission.

He approached the counter, his arms full of clothes, but as he was coming up, he noticed a special section unlike the others he had seen before, the entire area cordoned off, and on display, one exquisite handbag on a velvet pedestal.

It was the Fendi Custom Glow bag, the first-grade one that cost a whopping $100,000.

And right in front of it, gazing like a dream with an eager face, was Aria Golden.

Damon kept taking a deep breath, Aria Golden. The most beautiful, most elegant, and most untouchable girl in the college. Every guy on campus had a crush on her, and every girl saw her as their idol. She was so effortless even standing there.

He followed her for a moment, watching her long dark hair cascade over her shoulders, her profile perfect as she stared at the bag.

The answer was standing right in front of him.

There was an audacious, crazy idea that came into his head. He had a million dollars. He had a bet to win and he had a new girlfriend to find.

Taking a deep breath, he peered over his head and put the clown hat on and set off with a risky plan to go to Aria Golden.