The Campus Loser’s Billionaire System

Chapter 7

Everyone in the showroom was rendered completely speechless by the shocking turn of events.

‘Good lord... seven million dollars. Was it really that easy to spend that much money?!’

“D-Did... did it actually clear?!” The manager stood frozen, his eyes bulging as he stared at the terminal screen.

A sudden chill ran down his spine, followed by a violent wave of heart palpitations. He had come terrifyingly close to kicking out a genuine multi-millionaire, and all over an arrogant, middle-aged nightclub owner like Marcus Polland.

“S-Sir, please... please hold onto your card safely,” the manager stammered, his hands trembling as he reverently handed the black card back with a nervous, overly eager smile.

He couldn’t care less what Dean was wearing, ‘cause looking at him now, Dean was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Dean nodded coolly, taking the card and slipping it back into his pocket.

Beside them, Mila stood frozen in total shock, her mind completely blank, while Marcus Polland turned red with explosive fury.

“Fuck you!” Marcus roared directly at the manager. “If you dare finalize that transaction, I’ll make damn sure you can’t survive in Sky City anymore!”

Marcus was backed into a corner. He had only brought enough cash for a partial down payment today, intending to take out a heavy mortgage, but Dean’s full-cash purchase had thoroughly humiliated him in front of everyone.

Finding Marcus’s behavior increasingly irritating, Dean turned to the manager. “There’s a mad dog barking in your showroom. Surely a high-end place like Mapleland doesn’t let strays wander in to disrupt high-value clients? It’s completely ruining my mood.”

The moment those words left Dean’s mouth, the manager’s expression shifted into deadly seriousness.

He spun around and snapped at the security guards, “What are you waiting for?! Throw this man out immediately! What if he continues to harass Mr. Anders?! Mapleland isn’t a street market where just anyone can march in and cause a disruption!”

Dean had just dropped seven million dollars in cash without blinking, securing a commission of over a hundred thousand dollars for the manager in a single transaction. There was no way on earth he was going to let Marcus ruin this deal.

“Boss Marcus...” the head security guard said helplessly, stepping forward. “I strongly suggest you walk out on your own. Otherwise... we’re going to have to physically remove you.”

The guards had no choice. Offending Marcus was bad, but disobeying the manager meant losing their lucrative jobs on the spot.

“Kid, do you really think you can cross Marcus Polland and get away with it?!” Marcus snarled, desperately pulling his jacket straight to salvage whatever dignity he had left as he glared down at Dean. “I have deep roots in Sky City! This isn’t a place where a nobody can act tough. If you know what’s good for you, apologize now and let this go, otherwise, making an enemy out of me won’t end well for you!”

As a prominent figure in the local nightlife scene, if word got out that he was kicked out of a sales center by a college student, his reputation in Sky City would be completely destroyed.

Dean let out a dry, sarcastic chuckle. “Is that so? By the way, weren’t you bragging earlier about calling me ‘grandpa’ if the card cleared? Where’s the enthusiasm now?”

Marcus’s face flushed a deep, violent crimson.

Ignoring him with a dismissive sneer, Dean turned back to the manager. “Manager, clear this trash out. I’m looking to buy another property worth at least... two point five million dollars, and I don’t want any further distractions.”

Hearing that, the manager’s eyes lit up like neon signs. “Quick! Move, move! Get him out of here right now! Do not let him bother Mr. Anders for another second!”

The manager was practically bursting with joy. With nearly ten million in total sales locked in today, he was guaranteed to claim the company’s annual sales championship and pocket a life-changing performance bonus.

He wasn’t about to let Marcus Polland stand in the way of his fortune.

At this point, forget throwing Marcus out, if Dean asked him to, he’d gladly join in on beating the man black and blue himself.