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

Chapter 9: Class Conflict

Chapter 9: Class Conflict

The moment Lawrence received the bag, he casually produced his Crown Black Gold Card and passed it to the manager.

Yet the manager gently pushed the card back with a respectful smile.

“Mr. Lawrence, you are our most esteemed guest. You don’t need to spend a single cent here. In fact, not just here—any luxury boutique around the globe will honor this card. Wherever you go, if you hold the Crown Black Gold Card, everything you desire will already belong to you.”

Lawrence blinked, caught slightly off guard. This card is that powerful? Two hundred thousand yuan, dismissed as nothing.

Without another word, he slipped the card back into his pocket and walked out with the carrier bag in hand.

The manager and his two subordinates followed closely behind, respectfully escorting Lawrence to the exit.

Once he had left, the manager cast a meaningful glance at Hailey. Clearly, Lawrence had shown enough interest in her to overlook Mary’s mistake.

“From today onwards, you’ll shadow me and learn everything as quickly as possible. If you don’t grow into this role fast enough, I won’t have the confidence to entrust this store to you.”

The manager didn’t wait for Hailey’s response, simply turning on his heel and heading back into the shop.

Hailey hadn’t imagined such a golden opportunity would come her way so quickly, all because of a brief encounter with Lawrence.

Mary, though envious, wasn’t bitter. She knew perfectly well—if not for Hailey, she would have been fired on the spot.

Meanwhile, Lawrence stepped out, hailed a taxi, and made his way to Ascension University.

As fate would have it, the very moment he entered the classroom, he ran into Micheal and Lucy walking in together.

“Well, well. Isn’t this Lawrence?” Micheal smirked, deliberately raising his voice. “Did you manage to get any sleep last night? Because I can assure you—we slept very well.”

The word “sleep” carried a deliberate sting, its implication obviously a reminder to Lawrence about the incident which occurred last night.

"What are they talking about?"

"I don't know. Did Micheal and Lawrence got into a fight?"

"Idiot. Why are you asking questions as if you don't know? Look, Lucy is acting all lovey Dovey with Micheal instead of Lawrence whom she has been in relationship for a year. Isn't that obvious?"

"*Gasp* don't tell me, it's Lawrence turn to wear the green cap in our class?"

"I knew Micheal lusty eyes wouldn't pass Lucy. It was only a matter of time. Poor Lawrence."

Their classmates erupted into whispers. Everyone knew Lucy had been Lawrence’s girlfriend, yet here she was clinging shamelessly to Micheal’s arm. The betrayal was blatant.

Lawrence, however, didn’t rise to the bait. He simply fixed them both with a cold stare.

“Lawrence, I've been waiting for you. Where did you go to?”

A new voice cut in from behind. A bespectacled boy pushed his way into the room, eyeing Lawrence with a trace of curiosity.

Lawrence’s expression softened into a faint smile when he recognized him. “Relax, Daniel. We’re just having a little chat.”

Daniel adjusted his black-framed glasses, his clear eyes glinting with a deceptively mild air. To most, he looked like a harmless bookworm. But Lawrence knew better. Behind that quiet demeanor was a man who had once slaughtered three full-grown men single-handedly—all to protect a girl he didn’t even know.

Later, Lawrence discovered Daniel’s background: a soldier’s son, raised under merciless discipline. While other children played with toys, Daniel trained in combat day and night. His fists, his speed, his precision were something ordinary men didn’t stand a chance. Ironically, the very reason he never joined the army was because he loathed the life that had forged him.

Despite his edge, Daniel and the other two roommates had always looked out for Lawrence. They’d treated him like a brother, dragging him to meals yet never letting him pay a dime. They had even helped him when he was courting Lucy.

Now Daniel frowned in confusion at Lawrence’s casual dismissal. His gaze shifted—and when he noticed Lucy’s hand entwined with Micheal’s, his eyes narrowed sharply.

Lucy… wasn’t she Lawrence’s girlfriend? Then why—

The realization hit him instantly. He removed his glasses, the harmless mask vanishing, leaving only a cold glare directed straight at Lucy and Micheal.

“Lawrence Wilson, are you deaf?” Lucy snapped suddenly, her voice shrill. “Didn’t you hear Micheal asking you a question?”

Her tone dripped with arrogance. Now that she had left Lawrence for Micheal, she had braced herself for such a confrontation. Yet in her mind, everyone else was simply jealous—jealous that she had traded up for a wealthy second-generation heir, jealous of the luxury she now enjoyed.

Lawrence’s face didn’t twitch. His voice was icy, each word deliberate.

“Lucy, there’s nothing left between us. From this moment on, stay away from me. Just looking at you makes me sick. If I had known you were this cheap I wouldn't have wasted my time. Maybe buy you a cheap bag and give you ramen will be enough to make you open your legs wide for me.”

The entire class froze in shock due to the words he spoke.

Lucy’s face turned scarlet. Lawrence, who had once worshipped her, now dared humiliate her in public. Rage boiled over.

“You worthless bastard! How dare you talk to me like that? I was right to dump you. You’re nothing but a pathetic insect, a useless bedbug crawling at the bottom of society. Micheal is leagues above you—he’s ten thousand times the man you’ll ever be!”

A collective gasp swept through the classroom. No one had expected the couple, once so affectionate, to tear into each other like this.

And it was the single students who enjoyed seeing this lovers fight. At least they can sleep peacefully knowing some people are no longer together.

Lawrence’s lips curled into a smile, but it was a bitter one. Her words cut deep, reopening wounds he thought had begun to close. A year of shared memories couldn’t be erased in an instant, no matter how coldly he wanted to act.

“That’s right, Lucy,” Micheal chimed in, sneering. “You finally wised up. I’ll never understand what you saw in this loser to begin with. Look at him—he’s not rich, he’s not handsome, he’s nothing.”