The Overnight Student Trillionaire

Chapter 013

“Please bring out your card, sir,” the waitress said as she stepped forward.

Lorenzo’s hand slowly moved to his pocket confidently, about to bring out his black card when he realized that it wasn't in his breast pocket.

That wasn't possible; he had brought it along with him.

He dipped his hand again into his breast pocket and still couldn't find it, then proceeded to dig his hand inside all his numerous pockets, yet still couldn't find it.

What the heck was going on? he wondered in disbelief.

Ava and Evan, who were experiencing a feast as they watched Lorenzo, had smiles on the corners of their lips.

“Mr., where is your card?” the waitress demanded, frowning.

When Lorenzo walked in, he had this principled and disciplined look on his face, like someone who isn't capable of scamming anyone, but after Ava's public speech and Lorenzo’s inability to find his card, she couldn't help but think otherwise about Lorenzo.

“I… I…” Lorenzo said as he brought down his bag, ready to search for it.

Just then, Ava mocked, “Please, Lorenzo, stop with the public display. You and I know you don't have a card that can pay for a meal here,” she ridiculed.

At this point, Lorenzo had already found his card at the corner of his bag. He had thought he left it in his breast pocket but later remembered he had left it inside his bag. He brought it out and kept it enclosed in his hand.

Just then, a middle-aged, pit-balled man walked in curiously. “What the heck is going on right now?” he demanded authoritatively.

Judging by the tone of the man, it was obvious he was the manager of the company.

Ava, who was enjoying the show, spoke. “Everything is going wrong right now, Mr. Stone. This man is about to have you guys scammed. He ordered food with no intention to pay!” she ridiculed, eyeing him from head to toe.

The man looked at Lorenzo’s face. “Is that true, sir?” he asked.

And before Lorenzo could reply, Ava shot, “It is more than true, Mr. Stone. Can't you see for yourself? How can a man dressed so shabbily like this be able to afford the most expensive food on your menu?”

The manager, whose name was Mr. Stone, looked at Lorenzo from head to toe and observed that Lorenzo was dressed in a shabby way. “Sir, is it true you ordered without any intention of payment?” the man asked politely.

Although he knew Lorenzo was a poor student, he still addressed him in a polite manner because he had learned to be respectful due to his age.

“I have no such intention, sir,” Lorenzo answered simply.

“If that is the case, then will you please bring out your card and let us run the payment?”

Lorenzo slowly stretched out his hand and extended the card to Mr. Stone. “Here you go,” he said.

As soon as Mr. Stone took it and looked over the black card, his eyes widened in shock.

“No way!” he muttered.

He recognized the Byers logo immediately. This was because they worked under the Byers Group and were sponsored by the Byers.

He looked over at Lorenzo, then back to the card. “Where did you get this card from?” Mr. Stone asked in a low and confused tone.

“Why? Is there a problem?” Lorenzo asked with his brows furrowed.

Everyone was confused at Mr. Stone’s reaction, especially Ava and Evan. They didn't know why he was reacting this way. They were sure he was going to kick Lorenzo out after exposing him.

Meanwhile, Mr. Stone stood shocked, staring at the card. He surveyed Lorenzo’s look from up to down and couldn't help but feel confused. A man with such simple and basic dressing carrying the most powerful card in the entire world.

He was about to open his mouth to question him when he suddenly saw the name “Lorenzo Byers” beneath the card.

He looked up again at Lorenzo and asked, “What is your name, sir?” wanting to clarify.

“Peasant!” Ava answered in spite, but both Lorenzo and Mr. Stone ignored her.

“Lorenzo!” he replied simply.

Mr. Stone almost felt his legs wobble in shock. There was no doubt; this mighty card was his. Could he, by chance, be a Byers?

He quickly bowed and said politely, “Please come this way while we have your card tested.” He gestured, trying to act polite in front of him.

“Mr. Stone, do not waste your time on him. Whatever that is is not going to pay for his executive meal. He is poorer than a rat!” Evan warned.

Mr. Stone turned to look at Evan and frowned. Although Evan is a very big customer, he wouldn't tolerate such an insult toward Lorenzo.

“Mr. Enzo, I suggest you watch your tongue and refrain from talking to a customer of ours like that,” Mr. Stone warned before turning to Lorenzo. “This way, sir,” he gestured.

Lorenzo followed him closely to the inner room. At this point, the videographers and the onlookers were already beginning to leave in disinterest.

After about five minutes, a waitress came and whispered to the other, “Mr. Stone orders that Mr. Lorenzo’s food should be packed; he wouldn't be eating here at the restaurant.”

The waitress instantly did just that, and after ten minutes, Lorenzo walked out with his shoulders standing tall and his hands in his pockets.

The waitress ran to Lorenzo with the packaged food. Lorenzo boldly collected it and walked past Ava and Evan.

Both of them had stood there, wanting to see the ridicule on Lorenzo’s face, but to their dismay, he had paid for the executive food, walked out confidently, and didn't even bother to look at them.

What the hell!!