The minutes stretched on, painfully slow.People started shifting in their seats, checking their watches, tapping their fingers against the table. The once lively atmosphere was now tinged with impatience.Plates were piling up.Food that nobody wanted anymore was still being ordered—deliberately, wasted on purpose, just to drive up the bill.At first, it was subtle, but now?Now, it was blatantly obvious.Some of them were enjoying this game, relishing the idea of making Jason pay—not just with money, but with humiliation.Still, not everyone was comfortable with this excess.A few of them had started hesitating, shifting uncomfortably at the sight of untouched plates stacked high, the smell of wasted food hanging in the air.But they weren’t about to say anything.Not when Jason was still calmly sitting there, unfazed.Not when the bet was still ongoing.Then, from the far end of the table, a voice cut through the chatter.It was him again, The one who hated Jason the most.The one

At that moment the room buzzed with tension, every pair of eyes locked onto Jason, now they were expecting him to fold, to stammer, to break under the pressure.But Jason? He didn’t flinch.He remained seated, composed, his gaze steady, unwavering as he surveyed the room even more. The smirk on his lips was barely there, but it was enough to send a wave of irritation rippling through the guests.“What’s wrong with all of you?” Jason finally spoke, his tone calm, yet laced with subtle amusement.Hearing what Jason just said the murmur of voices grew quieter, waiting for whatever nonsense they were sure he was about to spout.Jason leaned forward slightly, resting his forearm on the table. “The bet still stands, doesn’t it?”Immediately a scoff echoed from the side. “What are you talking about? You lost already.”Jason chuckled, shaking his head. “Really? Did I? Because if I remember correctly, the condition was simple—the announcement has to be made within an hour.”At that moment he

Hearing what Jason just said to them, disgust and outrage rippled through the group.They looked at him as if he had just committed blasphemy.A mere nobody. A rat.And yet, he was talking back to them? all proud.They couldn't stomach it.“This is absurd!” One of them scoffed, his lips curled in pure contempt.“Who the hell do you think you are, Jason?” Another spat, his voice laced with venom.The disdain in their expressions was unmistakable.How dare he?How dare this lowly, insignificant man act like they were equals?As if one small achievement suddenly erased the gulf of status between them?Unforgivable.“Just because you got lucky with that position doesn't mean anything,” one sneered.“Your family is still trash. You’re still trash. So don’t think for a second that you can speak when we’re speaking.”Their words dripped with arrogance.Now they wanted Jason to feel small.They wanted to remind him that no matter what title he held, he was still beneath them.And they fully e

As they stepped outside, the cold night air greeted them, carrying with it an uneasy silence. The moment they exited the restaurant, all eyes naturally turned to Camila—expecting her to leave in a luxurious car.However her friends knew what to expect.Camila never lacked wealth.But where was Jason’s car?They searched the parking lot, mocking grins spreading across their faces as realization dawned—There was no sign of Jason’s ride.One of them, a guy with an arrogant smirk, folded his arms and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.“So… Where’s your car, billionaire god?”A few of them snickered, others outright laughed.“Yeah, Jason,” another added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.“You had the guts to say you’ll host Camila’s birthday at Paso Me Cazue, right? Then surely, you must be driving something that actually fits that level.”“We’d love to see it,” someone else sneered.Jason didn’t react, simply standing there, his face unreadable.He hadn’t even opened his mouth yet—

Jason stood there, calm and unmoved, as the group erupted into whispers and low murmurs.One of them stepped forward, his tone dropping into something almost mocking, but edged with irritation.“So, Jason, are you pretending not to hear what the doctor just said?” His eyes narrowed, his arms crossed as he tilted his head. “Or are you trying to convince us that you’re some kind of miracle worker now?”The others quickly jumped in, their frustration boiling over.“The doctor said she has a 30% chance of survival,” another sneered. “Even if she makes it, she’ll be in bed for months. Do you understand that, or are you just too full of yourself to acknowledge reality?”A girl shook her head, letting out a dry chuckle.“This is so typical of people like him,” she scoffed. “Big talkers. Always acting like they know everything, like they’re better than everyone. And in the end, what do they do? Nothing.”“Exactly,” another agreed instantly, his lips curling. “Just another nobody pretending to