The Overnight Student Trillionaire

Chapter 15

The tall woman’s perfectly shaped brows furrowed as she sized Lorenzo up from head to toe. Her gaze lingered on his faded T-shirt and worn sneakers, and the corner of her lips curled in disdain.

She let out a sharp laugh. “And who exactly are you supposed to be?” she sneered. “Another charity case?”

Lorenzo’s expression remained calm, almost indifferent. But his eyes were steady—cold and unwavering.

“I believe she already apologized,” he said evenly. “There’s no need to humiliate her.”

The woman scoffed loudly, flipping her long, glossy hair over her shoulder. “Humiliate her? Do you even know how much these heels cost?” She lifted the pair dramatically. “These are custom-made. Imported. You wouldn’t even understand the brand if I told you.”

A murmur rippled through the growing crowd.

Some recognized her; she is a frequent customer of Louis Vuitton, and she was clearly wealthy—dressed in designer clothes from head to toe, dripping in jewelry that screamed status. Others whispered about Lorenzo, wondering why someone dressed like him would dare interfere.

The young woman who had stumbled stood frozen, clutching her bag tightly against her chest. Her face was pale.

“I—I said I’m sorry,” she whispered again. “I didn’t mean to touch them. I’ll clean it…”

“Clean it?” the flashy woman barked. “With what? Your cheap sleeves?”

A few people in the crowd chuckled awkwardly.

Lorenzo’s jaw tightened.

He stepped slightly forward, placing himself more firmly between the two women.

“How much?” he asked calmly.

The flashy woman blinked. “What?”

“How much are the shoes?” Lorenzo repeated, his tone flat.

The sales associates nearby stiffened. They had been silently praying Lorenzo would walk away. This was spiraling.

Everyone, including the woman, burst into laughter, seeing Lorenzo in a worn-out outfit from head to toe asking for the price. The woman looked him over again, then laughed mockingly. “You?” she said, pointing at him with a manicured finger. “You want to know the price?”

“Yes.”

“They’re fifty thousand dollars,” she declared arrogantly. “And that’s before tax.”

Gasps exploded in the hall in surprise.

“Fifty thousand?!” “For heels?” “That’s insane…”

The young woman’s knees nearly buckled.

Fifty thousand dollars. Even if she worked ten years straight, she wouldn’t be able to afford that.

She shook her head quickly. “Sir, please… don’t involve yourself anymore. I can’t let you….”

“It’s fine,” Lorenzo said gently, not looking at her.

In truth, fifty thousand dollars would have once sounded like an impossible mountain to him.

But not anymore.

The flashy woman folded her arms. “Now that you’ve heard it, why don’t you crawl back to wherever you came from?”

Lorenzo reached calmly into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” she mocked. “Calling your friends?”

He ignored her.

Instead, he turned to one of the stunned sales associates. “I’ll take those,” he said, nodding toward the heels. “And wrap them up.”

There was silence in the hall as everyone was stunned to hear him say he would pay that much money because of someone.

The associate’s eyes widened. “S-Sir… are you sure? Those are non-refundable.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Lorenzo replied.

The flashy woman stared at him in disbelief written all over her face. “You’re buying them?” she asked sharply.

“Yes.”

“For her?” She looked as though she had swallowed something sour.

“For myself,” Lorenzo said coolly. Then his gaze hardened. “And after I pay for them, I suggest you apologize.”

The crowd buzzed louder.

“Apologize?!” “To who?” “To that girl?”

The woman’s face flushed red. “You must be insane.”

“What makes you think I’m insane?” Lorenzo asked calmly. “Apologizing to someone you treated badly isn’t insanity. It’s basic decency.”

The crowd fell into an uneasy silence.

The tall woman let out a sharp scoff. “Decency?” she repeated mockingly. “You dare lecture me about decency while dressed like that?”

Her eyes swept over him again, full of contempt.

“You don’t even belong in this place.”

A faint murmur of agreement rose from a few corners of the hall.

Lorenzo didn’t react.

Instead, he simply walked past her toward the cashier’s counter and brought out his black card.

Everyone turned to look at him. What the hell is he doing?

“Does he know what he is doing?”

“Does he think it is just chicken change money?”

“What the hell!”

Whispers blew through the room, but Lorenzo chose to ignore them.

He walked over to the cashier and, before placing his card on the table, he said out loud for everyone in the store to hear:

“If I pay for them,” Lorenzo said clearly, his voice carrying across the silent store, “you will kneel and apologize to her.”

A collective gasp swept through the crowd.

The tall woman’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Excuse me?” she snapped.

“You heard me,” Lorenzo replied calmly. “You humiliated her publicly. If I settle the full amount right now, you will kneel and apologize. Sincerely.”

The young woman beside him shook her head frantically. “No, sir… please. Don’t do this because of me. It’s too much…”

The flashy woman threw her head back and laughed loudly. “You must be out of your mind. You? Pay fifty thousand dollars?” She folded her arms. “Fine. If you can actually pay for those heels right now, I’ll kneel and apologize to her.”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice mockingly.

“And if you can’t,” she continued, her eyes gleaming with cruelty, “you’ll compensate me for wasting my time. I’ll call security. I’ll sue you for harassment. You can rot in jail for fraud, for creating a public disturbance, for impersonating a buyer.”

The crowd murmured again.

“Rot in jail?” someone whispered.

The woman straightened confidently. In her heart, she was certain he couldn’t pay. A man dressed like that? Impossible. She had seen thousands like him—people who pretended, who bluffed, who talked big.

He was bluffing.

He had to be.

“Deal,” Lorenzo said simply.

The sales associate swallowed nervously. “S-Sir… should I proceed?”

Lorenzo placed the black card gently on the counter.

The glossy surface caught the light.

The cashier hesitated for a second, then picked it up with slightly trembling hands. She inserted it into the machine.

The entire hall fell so silent that even breathing sounded loud.

The flashy woman smirked, already preparing her next insult.

Declined, she thought confidently.

However, one minute passed, and the machine still continued to process.

The woman raised her chin confidently. “See, it is processing because you don’t have enough money,” she said mockingly.

Before raising her hand and signaling to the security, “Security, arrest—”

She barely finished her statement when the machine beeped.

‘Transaction Successful.’