The Pizza Boy Who Owned the City

Chapter 6

Outside Zenith Bank, Dan stood facing Caroline and Ed.

Caroline clung tightly to Ed’s arm, her face full of disdain. There was no trace of the warmth she had once shown Dan.

Standing behind them was another person Dan recognized—Lucas Cameron, Caroline’s gay best friend.

“Dan, heartbreak happens,” Lucas said awkwardly, as if trying to comfort him. “Don’t take it too hard.”

He knew better than anyone how much Dan had given to that relationship, both emotionally and financially.

“I’m fine,” Dan said with a faint smile.

His calmness surprised everyone.

What they did not know was that Dan was no longer the poor man Caroline had abandoned.

He was now a trillionaire.

When Caroline eventually found out the truth, would she regret what she had done?

Dan did not bother explaining. Instead, he glanced at the three of them and asked, “What are you all doing at Zenith Bank?”

“What else would we be doing at a bank?” Ed sneered. “Withdrawing money. What did you think? That we came here to deliver pizzas like you?”

Caroline lifted her chin proudly.

“Ed just withdrew ten thousand dollars so we can go shopping at Valmont Couture. That’s probably more money than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.”

The smug happiness on her face was impossible to hide.

Dan looked at the way she leaned against Ed, then gave a faint, cold smile.

“You two look awfully close for people who just got together,” he said. “Caroline, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Were you already with Ed before we broke up?”

Caroline’s expression changed slightly, but only for a moment.

Then she let out a cold laugh.

“So what if I cheated?” she said. “What can you do about it?”

She looked him up and down, her voice growing sharper.

“Dan, you’re pathetic. You couldn’t even afford the things I wanted. Do you know how embarrassing it was to be with you? You’re nothing but a loser.”

Ed burst out laughing and pulled Caroline even closer. “Poor men don’t deserve love. Understand?”

Then he turned to Caroline and said, “Come on, babe. Let’s go. There’s no need to waste any more time on a pizza boy.”

Dan ignored their mockery.

Without another word, he turned and walked straight toward Valmont Couture, which stood directly across the street from Zenith Bank.

Ed, Caroline, and Lucas exchanged confused looks. A moment later, they quickly followed him.

Valmont Couture was one of the most luxurious bespoke clothing stores in Harkins City. Even a simple accessory there could cost thousands of dollars.

When Ed saw Dan heading straight for the entrance, he could not help shouting, “What the hell is he doing there? Can he even afford to step inside that place?”

Caroline suddenly laughed. “Please. He’s probably going there for work. Maybe he delivers pizzas to them.”

But when they entered Valmont Couture a few minutes later, the scene before them made everyone stop in their tracks.

Dan was not there to deliver anything.

He was standing in front of a full-length mirror while two sales assistants respectfully helped him try on a tailored suit.

The dark fabric fit his shoulders perfectly, instantly sharpening his entire presence. Dan had always been good-looking, but years of exhaustion and cheap, ill-fitting clothes had buried that advantage. Now that he was dressed in something truly refined, his entire aura changed at once.

Even his calm expression seemed to carry a different kind of weight.

Caroline stared at him, momentarily unable to look away.

For one brief second, the feelings she had once had for him seemed to surge back from three years ago.

Ed noticed the change in her expression. His face darkened, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Dan… you’re not here to make a delivery?”

Dan glanced at them through the mirror and smiled faintly.

“Why? Am I not allowed to buy clothes here?”

Ed’s expression instantly turned ugly.

He had followed Dan in because he wanted to see him humiliated. He had expected Dan to be stopped at the door, mocked by the staff, or mistaken for a delivery boy.

Instead, Dan was being treated like a VIP.

“You’re just pretending!” Caroline suddenly snapped back to her senses. She pointed at Dan with a trembling finger, her voice sharp and bitter.

“How many years would you have to deliver pizzas to afford a suit like that?” Her voice grew louder, drawing the attention of the other customers in the boutique. “You’re so vain, Dan. I was right to break up with you!”

The entire store gradually fell quiet. Customers and sales assistants alike turned toward the commotion.

At the center of the boutique, Caroline stood with one hand raised, angrily pointing at Dan as if he had committed some unforgivable crime.

But Dan did not look the slightest bit embarrassed.

He stood calmly before the full-length mirror, wearing an elegant tailored suit that made him look nothing like the poor delivery boy she had mocked moments ago. Two sales assistants stood respectfully at his side, waiting for his next instruction.

Caroline looked shrill, bitter, and completely out of control.

Dan looked composed, refined, and untouchable.

For a moment, everyone could see who was truly making a fool of themselves.