Just as the laughter was beginning to die down, the crowd parted like the Red Sea.Kurt Corwin, the unofficial king of the business department, sauntered down the hallway with the confidence of someone who'd never heard the word "no" in his life.His designer shoes clicked against the polished floor as he made his way toward their group, a trademark smirk plastered across his face."What's all this commotion about?" Kurt's voice carried that aristocratic drawl that screamed old money.His eyes landed on Lisa, who was still standing protectively in front of Max."Ah, Lisa... always the guardian angel of lost causes."He smoothly placed his arm around Lisa's shoulders, pulling her closer."You know, your sense of justice makes you even more beautiful. But some people," his eyes flickered dismissively toward Max, "just aren't worth your time."Lisa stiffened under his touch but didn't immediately pull away, aware of Kurt's influence in their social circle."Kurt, we were just discussing

“You’re really serious, aren’t you?” Kurt sneered, trying to maintain control of the situation.“You really think you can handle this kind of expense? Or are you just going to embarrass yourself again?”Max remained calm, his eyes cool as he met Kurt’s gaze.“I’ve been serious from the start, Kurt. You think I can’t handle it? Let’s see if you can.”Kurt’s smirk faltered for just a second, before he quickly recovered. “Fine,” he said, his voice laced with forced confidence.“You want the Supreme Room? Fine. I’ll be sure to cover my share, don’t worry.”The waitress, who had been standing nearby with a quiet smile, blinked in surprise when Max’s request for the Supreme Room was confirmed.Her attitude, which had been initially dismissive when she thought Max was just another student trying to play rich, shifted in an instant.She straightened up, her gaze flickering between Kurt and Max with renewed interest.“Well,” the waitress said, a smile creeping into her face,.“it seems like to

The room buzzed with conversation as the classmates enjoyed the lavish meal.Plates were cleared, wine glasses refilled, and laughter echoed around the Supreme Room.Most of them, enchanted by the experience, paid no attention to the impending drama about the bill.Max, however, sat relaxed, his expression unreadable, while Kurt squirmed in his seat.The waitress walked in, her smile polished and professional.“Gentlemen, your total comes to $160,000. How would you like to settle the bill?”At her words, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to Max and Kurt.Max leaned back casually, pulling out a sleek black card from his wallet.“I’ll cover my half,” he said, sliding the card across the table.Kurt’s eyes widened like a startled owl, his lips twitching with disbelief.He broke the silence with a forced laugh.“A black card? Max, are you serious? That thing probably has less value than my little cousin’s toy credit card. Did you buy it at a flea market?”The room erupted into chuckle

The waitress glanced at Kurt with an air of restrained pity.“Sir, it appears you’re unable to cover your bill. Shall I call the manager, or will you be making alternative arrangements?”Kurt, sweating profusely, tugged at his collar as if it had turned into a noose.His credit cards lay lifeless on the table, rejected one after the other like a failed audition.“I-I’ll figure something out,” he stammered, though his voice wavered like a frightened lamb lost in a field of wolves.Max, who had been watching the fiasco with a barely concealed grin, finally stood.“Alright, I’ll pay for him this time,” he announced, pulling out his sleek black card and handing it to the waitress.“But only because I don’t want this circus act to drag on any longer.”The waitress’s demeanor shifted instantly.“Thank you, sir,” she said, her smile now warmer as she processed the payment.Kurt’s head snapped toward Max.“I didn’t ask for your help!” he barked, his voice cracking like an agitated rooster try

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway as a group of classmates burst out of the restroom, their faces pale and panicked."Help! Someone help!" one of the girls screamed, her voice trembling.“What’s going on?” Kevin asked, rushing toward the commotion.“It’s Lisa!” the girl panted.“A gang cornered her in the restroom! The leader slapped her, and now they’re threatening her!”A collective gasp rippled through the gathered students. Kevin’s eyes widened in alarm.“What? Are you serious? Where is she now?”“They dragged her into the hallway,” another classmate added, her voice shaky.“They’re saying she dared to slap their leader, and now they’re going to make her pay.”Kurt, who was sulking near the side after his earlier humiliation, perked up at the mention of a gang. Smoothing his jacket, he strode forward with a practiced smirk.“A gang, huh? No problem. I know people in the underworld. Whoever they are, they’ll give me face. I’ll handle it.”Kevin spun toward Kurt,