The Poor Student Turns Out To Be A Second Generation Heir!

Chapter 4: Encounter with a Middle School Classmate

Chapter 4: Encounter with a Middle School Classmate

As Lawrence’s class teacher, Jasmine knew his family background and his relationship with Lucy. She had always looked after him. After learning what had happened that night, she grew worried and called.

“Um…”

Hearing her voice, Lawrence understood why Jasmine was calling, but for a moment he didn’t know what to say.

“Lawrence, listen to me,” Jasmine said gently. “You can always find another job if you lose one, or another girlfriend if one leaves. Don’t do anything foolish. You’re still young, with a bright future. Stay home tonight. Rest well. Tomorrow will be better.”

Her words were warm which made Lawrence feel unexpectedly moved.

“Don’t worry, Teacher Jasmine. I really am fine,” he said softly.

How could he not be fine? He had just learned he was heir to the world’s most powerful family and had ten million dollars as pocket money. Life couldn’t look brighter.

“That’s good. Then I won’t disturb you. Sleep early,” Jasmine replied.

“Okay. Good night, Miss Jasmine.”

“Good night.”

They hung up. Lawrence set the phone aside, lay on his bed, and drifted into sleep staring at the ceiling.

The next morning, his phone rang again. Groggy and unrested, he picked it up to see his roommate, Ralph Hugo.

“Ralph? Why so early?” Lawrence muttered with a yawn.

“Didn’t you check the group chat yesterday? Today’s Ms. Jasmine’s birthday. Everyone’s already here for the celebration. Only you, Lucy, and Michael aren’t here yet,” Ralp’s voice said, sounding puzzled.

Lawrence smacked his forehead. How could he have forgotten Jasmine’s birthday?

She had graduated only recently with her master’s and was close in age to her students, which made her more like a friend than a teacher. She treated Lawrence even better than most, always keeping an eye on him because of his situation. Whenever the school had benefits to hand out, she thought of him first. She had gone to his part-time jobs in person to make sure he wasn’t being cheated. Sometimes, she even worried about his nutrition and cooked extra meals for him. If not for the difference in gender, she might have invited him to live with her so she could take proper care of him.

To Lawrence, Jasmine wasn’t just a teacher—she was more like family, an older sister who gave him the warmth of home.

But after the whirlwind of betrayal, heartbreak, and sudden wealth the night before, he had completely forgotten the occasion, let alone checked group messages.

Since it was Jasmine’s birthday, he decided he should buy her a proper gift. He had money now, after all.

“Ralph, help me ask for leave in class. Say I’ve got something important, don't worry I will buy you a cupcake as a form of payment,” Lawrence said, and hung up before Ralph could reply.

After a quick wash, he headed straight to Cesar Mall.

Half an hour later, he stepped out of the taxi, staring up at the glittering complex with awe. He had never dreamed he would be shopping there.

Cesar Mall was the largest in Light City, a hub for the world’s top luxury brands. Only the city’s wealthiest frequented it. If he was buying a gift for Jasmine, he couldn’t pick anything shabby. This was the place.

Inside, as he considered what to buy, Lucy’s betrayal resurfaced in his mind—she had left him for a handbag. So, a handbag it would be. Women never seemed able to resist them, especially luxury ones.

Decision made, he walked straight to Dior brand side.

The boutique was bright, lavish, and filled with the hum of wealthy shoppers.

“Hello, sir. How may I help you?” a salesperson greeted warmly at first, but her smile faltered when she noticed Lawrence’s simple, street-market clothes. Though still polite outwardly, her eyes gave her away as it was filled with disdain.

'Another broke kid,' she thought. 'Here to look, not to buy. What a waste of time.'

Dior attracted plenty of gawkers who came just to admire what they couldn’t afford, and in her mind, Lawrence was no different.

Lawrence ignored her look. He was used to it. Calmly, he said, “I want to see the bags. Could you recommend something?”

It was his first time in Dior. Faced with rows of items, he didn’t know how to choose.

The salesperson’s expression soured when she heard his words. With a roll of her eyes, she pointed lazily toward the display. “They’re all there. Look for yourself. Just don’t touch anything. If you break it, you won’t be able to pay for it.”

"What the hell do you mean I should look by myself? Is that how you treat customers?" Lawrence’s brow furrowed, as he respond to her. Feeling slightly pissed.

"What do you...," the woman’s demeanor suddenly flipped completely as she halt her words and hurriedly past him toward the entrance, her face full of flattery.

“Mr. Dylan, welcome! What will you be buying today? And is this your girlfriend? She’s gorgeous!”

Lawrence turned, catching sight of a tall mature man walking in with an attractive woman on his arm. She clung to him tightly, pressing her chest against him as they entered.

Dylan Walker smiled, feeling please at Mary's flattering. “Mary, this is my girlfriend, Karen Cooper. We were passing by, so I thought I’d bring her in to pick a bag, you know it's been long I come for shopping.”

"Indeed, once in a while. Shopping helps calm the mind." Mary respond back with a light formal smile on her face. To her this is a big fish, as the commission from him will definitely be awesome.

Lawrence’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the woman who looked familiar. After a moment, he remembered.

“You’re Karen, from Higher High School?” he asked.

Karen turned toward him, surprised at someone recognising her. Her expression flickered with recognition before settling into colder one.

“Lawrence? Why are you here?” she exclaimed, not with joy at meeting an old classmate, but with disdain.