The Young Student Trillionaire

Chapter 13

“Courtney just got down from a Bentley Escapade.”

One of the comments on one of the posts read.

“No way. Are you sure she was the one?”

“Yes. I saw it with my own eyes. She stepped out like an elegant queen. Where did you think this picture came from?” 

Another person dropped a comment.

“Hol’up, the Escapade? That is not an ordinary car. There are only 300 of that car in the whole world.”

“She is not even talking about who the driver is. That is very unlike her.”

By midmorning the same day, the university's social feeds were blazing hot.

Photos and slow-motion reels of the moment kept uploading.

The moment Courtney Wiley came out of the sleek car, the Bentley Escapade.

The way her heels hit the pavement, walking away as the car drove away, her long coat caught in the breeze with an unreadable expression.

The hashtags of the event were trending.

#BentleyDropOff.

#WhoOwnsTheRide

#MysteryDriver

#RoyWho

#RickonRuined

In the midst of all this, Courtney did not say anything.

She did not try to post anything.

Not even a selfie or any inside information.

She had not even responded to the numerous messages in her DM and tags on posts.

Rather, she stayed locked up in her dorm, pacing around with her phone in her hands.

It is crazy 

The fact that it had been Chance made her confused.

The same poor boy she and Vinita had mocked.

The same person who had been subdued at Chloe's birthday party just recently.

And now, he had driven her back to school after she knelt down and begged for a ride.

Not just a ride, but he was driving one of the most exclusive cars in the world.

Ordinarily, she would have posted about it, trying to own the moment as the first student in that university to ride in the car.

But she could not.

Her entire sense of control shattered.

Her phone buzzed. It was Vinita.

Courtney hesitated for a second before answering.

“Court! Finally, I’ve been trying to reach you,” Vinita said quickly. 

“Why haven’t you posted anything yet? You stepped out of a Bentley, girl. Are you trying to die mysteriously?”

Courtney forced a low chuckle. “Relax. It was nothing.”

“Nothing? You got out of the only Escapade that’s ever entered ESU. If it were me, I’d have a new profile picture by now.”

Courtney paused, her eyes narrowing. “Vinita, do you think... Chance might come from money?”

Vinita was quiet. “What?”

“You dated him. Did he ever say anything about his family?”

Vinita scoffed. “Chance? No way. He barely spoke about his past. I thought he was an orphan, to be honest. He never had visitors. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” Courtney said too quickly. “Just wondering.”

There was a pause, then Vinita’s voice dropped lower. “You’re not saying he was the one who drove that Bentley, are you?”

“I never said that,” Courtney snapped, defensive. 

Then she softened her voice.

“The driver barely said a word. I was very embarrassed to ask for anything. I don't even know if he attends our school. The whole thing felt like a blur till he dropped me off.”

It was a lie, but she had to tell it to save her pride

Vinita was still curious. “Well, whoever it was... everyone wants to know. If you find out, let me know. I’ve got Roy dragging me to lunch later, but this is way juicier than his car nonsense.”

Courtney hung up and tossed her phone aside.

She had to see Chance again.

Later that afternoon, students near the central café began murmuring.

“There he is.”

“Isn’t that…?”

“No way…”

Chance was sitting calmly at a table beside the fountain in the school.

He was sipping iced mocha.

The car he drove in with was parked just by the road.

They had seen him come out of it.

His clothing was quite simple and plain.

However, the aura of the whole thing made him look like a royal.

Courtney was walking around when she saw him and froze.

A few students had seen Chance get out of the car earlier, and with Courtney nearby, they pretended to be sipping their drinks but hoped to see what happened.

They were also eager to know how Chance came to be the one driving the Bentley.

Some had their phones poised to take pictures and make videos.

Courtney took a deep breath and walked towards him.

At the same moment, some other students also moved closer to them.

Chance had been the school pauper for as long as they can remember.

Suddenly driving a rare car to school and Courtney stepping out of the car was too much for them to believe, but they needed to be sure.

“Hey,” she said, her voice tighter than she intended.

Chance looked up slowly, his expression unreadable.

“Court,” he greeted, deliberately using her nickname.

She flinched. “So… that car earlier. Was it yours?”

Chance lets the silence linger. Then he smiled faintly.

“No. I work as a valet at a luxury hotel. A client let me borrow it so I could get to school on time.”

The surrounding students leaned in subtly.

Courtney blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Chance replied smoothly. “Not all of us get private drivers, remember?”

The lie tasted sharp on his tongue, but he delivered it like the truth.

A few chuckles broke out from the nearby tables.

Courtney’s shoulders relaxed. “Right. Makes sense.”

She glanced around and saw eyes on them.

“I mean, for a second there, people were wondering if you’d leveled up or something.”

He tilted his head. “Would that have made you uncomfortable?”

“What? No.” She forced a smile. “Just surprised.”

Chance sipped his drink again, calm as ever.

Then he leaned forward slightly.

“By the way, I really enjoyed the moment earlier.”

“What moment?” she asked, blinking.

“Watching you kneel in the middle of the road. Begging.” His voice was soft but lethal.

The laughter from the tables and students exploded.

It felt very funny.

Courtney Wiley kneels in front of Chance, the pauper?

Courtney’s eyes widened.

“You...”

He stood up casually, tossing the empty cup into the bin beside him.

“But you’re right, Court. I’m not trying to be one of you. I’m just wondering... how someone as elite as you got stuck on the roadside, and no one came to help.”

At that moment, Vinita was walking past the cafe when she heard the exchange.

No wonder Courtney was asking about Chance.

He had been the driver.

But the ride was not his.

As Chance walked away, one of the students around leaned towards Courtney.

“Damn. You knelt for Chance Franklin?”

“Roy is gonna flip out if he gets to know about this,” another one said.

Courtney's pride was wounded as she clenched her fists.

“He will regret this. I promise, he will.”

Later that evening, Chance was outside the campus gates, on his way home, when his phone rang.

The caller ID flashed on the screen and it was his mom.

He answered immediately.

“Hi.”

“Where are you?” 

His mom's voice was tight and sounded urgent.

“Heading back to my apartment. Why?”

“I need to see you at once.”

“Is everything alright?” He asked with a frown.

“No, something came up. Come to the house,” she said.

He nodded as he unlocked the car.

“On my way.”

As he got into the Bentley and ignited the engine, someone passed by the driver's side.

A man.

He wore a sharp suit.

And had cold eyes.

Chance did not recognize him.

His fingers tightened around the wheel.

He was curious but he had to see his mother.