As Finn stepped into the bar, the vivid glow of neon lights greeted him, while the music reverberated in his ears. His brows knitted in mild annoyance as he looked around.“Is this really the best place for a meeting?” he murmured, barely audible over the noise.“I apologize, Young Master Finn,” a voice replied smoothly from behind. “I had to choose somewhere close to your school.”Finn turned, his gaze falling upon a poised woman seemingly in her late thirties or forties with striking blonde hair that just brushed her neck. Her graceful conduct commanded attention. He had never seen her before but she looked familiar.Finn tilted his head at her. “Really? I'm sure there's also a coffee shop close to my school.”Lena blinked nervously, getting anxious. “Uh… my daughter mentioned that most of the boys from your school frequent this bar, so I just assumed...”“Your daughter?” Finn asked, his brow arching inquisitively.Lena nodded quickly. “Yes, she’s in the same year and department as

Finn didn't move an inch. “Come on, Finn, don’t be shy,” the guy with earphones teased, his tone oozing mockery. He lifted the glass, the dark liquid catching the light as he swirled it casually. “What are you waiting for? You can drink this. Don’t worry; it won’t make a dent in our pockets.”He leaned forward slightly, the grin on his face widening. “Go ahead, take a sip. Savor it. This is the kind of drink you’ll only ever taste once in your life. I mean, I’m practically making history for you here!”The others around the table chuckled, fueling his arrogance. “Come on,” he pressed, holding the glass out toward Finn. “Live a little.”Finn shook his head, looking uninterested. “Well, I don’t—”Splash!The cold beer hit him square in the face, cutting him off mid-sentence. He instinctively closed his eyes as the liquid dripped down, soaking his shirt.Everyone burst out laughing at the scene.Finn wiped his eyes with a deepening frown, glancing down at his drenched clothes.“Aww, I d

When Finn’s schoolmates heard the manager’s words, it was as if their hearts had leapt out of their chests. Shock was etched on their faces, with Nathan and Lara especially looking completely unhinged.“Wait... what?” Nathan finally blurted out after a long pause, struggling to compose himself. Is this some kind of joke or prank?” he asked the manager incredulously, looking at the manager like he was insane. “Dude, this guy is really poor, so there's no way in hell this guy—this poor guy—ordered Château de Nuit. You must have gotten the wrong person, 'cause I'm telling you, it’s not him.”Lara, snapping out of her own daze, quickly added, “Exactly! This guy? I know him well. He's so poor he can barely afford to exist! There’s no way he could afford a bottle of wine that costs tens of thousands of dollars. This has to be a mix-up! A mistake somewhere.”“And a manager making such a mistake? That’s laughable,” one of the guys added, shaking his head in disappointment.The manager couldn’

“Can we be friends?” Nathan asked, his tone unusually sincere, eyes filled with hope. “I promise I can be a good friend—and I know how to earn forgiveness if I’m given the chance.”Nathan’s entire perspective had shifted.Earlier, while heading to the restroom, he stumbled upon the manager speaking to his staff. Curiosity got the better of him, and he quietly eavesdropped on their conversation.The manager spoke with authority. “This is a reminder to all of you—never judge a book by its cover. You all saw that college kid, the one dressed plainly? He’s the boss’s son.”The employees were stunned, but none more than Nathan.‘The boss? Finn is the son of the Neon Bar owner? What does that even mean?’ Nathan thought, bewildered.Then one of the staff finally asked, “Are you saying he’s the incognito son of Baron Lancaster?”Once Nathan heard that, his eyes bulged open and his heart almost stopped. “What?!” he whispered to himself in disbelief. “That can’t be true!”“Yes, exactly,” the ma

“Château de Nuit?” Jason repeated, clearly confused. Vincent nodded, his shock palpable. “Yeah, it’s a red wine brand that costs a staggering one hundred and twenty thousand dollars.” Jason’s jaw dropped at the mention of the price, though he quickly tried to mask his reaction in front of Melanie. All eyes turned to Finn, waiting for an explanation. Finn glanced at them as if they’d lost their minds. “How else would I have it if I didn’t buy it?” he replied, his tone indifferent as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned torso and defined abs. Melanie blushed and lowered her gaze. She cleared her throat, feeling awkward and spoke, “Uh, you guys should get ready. My roommates aren’t exactly patient, and they’ve probably already left home. It’d be rude to keep them waiting too long.” Finn remained unfazed. “I told you, I’m not interested,” he said flatly. “You should... come along,” Melanie said quickly, glancing at Finn. She knew her friends well—at least one of th