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
The room was so still it felt like time had frozen.Even Kurt’s usual arrogance couldn’t mask the uncertainty in his eyes now. He looked around at his friends, who seemed just as bewildered. Max wasn’t joking.“Well, I guess you’ve got guts,” Kurt said, his voice shaky for the first time.“But you better not embarrass yourself later when you realize you can’t afford the bill. That’ll be awkward. You won’t be able to beg us to pay for you.”Kevin snickered beside Kurt, looking at Max like he was some kind of circus act.“Yeah, and when you can’t afford it, don’t come crawling back to us asking for a loan. You might get a job as a dishwasher, though! Golden Dragon’s kitchen’s always hiring.”Max didn’t flinch. He kept his gaze on Kurt, his calm demeanor driving the point home even further.“No need to worry. If you’re so sure I can’t afford it, how about we make it interesting? You’re willing to go, right? Then you’ll pay half of the bill.”Kurt’s face twitched as he laughed nervously.
“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
Kurt narrowed his eyes at Max, his frown deepening."You really think you can pull this off, huh?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief."No way someone like you can afford this kind of lifestyle."Max didn’t even flinch, his calm demeanor only making Kurt more annoyed.You’re just upset because I’m actually going to enjoy myself," Max replied "Well," Kurt started, his voice oozing with condescension,"since you think you’re so rich, how about we start with a bottle of the finest wine on the menu?"He grinned, certain that Max would falter at the price.Max’s lips curled into a smile, but there was no hesitation in his eyes. "One bottle? That’s barely enough to wet your whistle," he said, his voice light."Give us ten bottles."A stunned silence fell over the table.Ten bottles of wine?The total would cost more than some of their entire tuition fees.Kurt’s face instantly went pale, his eyes widening as his pulse quickened."T-ten?" he stammered."Y-you want ten bottles?"Max’s
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
Kurt’s head snapped toward the door, his eyes narrowing.“Security? What’s that for? I’m paying, alright? No need to call the zoo keepers!”The waitress, who was clearly enjoying the spectacle, chimed in with a playful tone.“Oh, no, sir. It’s just protocol for situations like this. You know, in case someone tries to duck out without paying. Not that you’d do that, of course.”Another student piped up, grinning mischievously.“Kurt, you’re not planning to bolt, are you? You’d make a great cheetah with those long legs, but I don’t think you’d outrun them.”“Shut up!” Kurt snapped, his face turning beet red.“I’m not running anywhere! I just need to—ugh—sort out some funds.”“Funds?” a girl from the back of the group teased, giggling.“I thought you were loaded, Kurt. Or were you bluffing like a puffed-up peacock?”Kurt glared at her, his pride rapidly deflating.“I said I’ve got it!” he barked, though his voice trembled.Max’s voice cut through the laughter, smooth and confident.“Kurt
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 restroom door swung open with a squeak as the class monitor, Lisa, stepped inside, flanked by two of her female classmates.They positioned themselves in front of the mirror, each pulling out their makeup kits."Did you see Max back there?" Lisa asked, dabbing some powder on her cheeks."He's acting... different. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but he doesn't seem like the same guy who used to work all those odd jobs."One of the girls, Jessica, rolled her eyes."Different? Please, Lisa. A monkey wearing a suit is still a monkey. Just because he flashed some cash tonight doesn't mean he's suddenly royalty.""Right," chimed in another girl, Vanessa, as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick."Max can buy himself a nice dinner, but he'll always have that street rat vibe. You can dress up a stray cat, but it still meows the same."Lisa frowned at them in the mirror."You two are so judgmental. Maybe he's been saving up or came into some money. You can't deny he handled Kurt pretty we
Emily looked at Kurt, a frown forming on her face."Don’t talk to him like that," she said, her voice firm as she stood closer to Max."Max is more than deserving of being here, and you don’t get to insult him."Kurt couldn’t believe what he was hearing.Emily was standing up for Max? The same Max who had humiliated him?Before Kurt could say anything else, he felt a cold gaze fall on him."You really think you can be so careless, don’t you?" Johnson said, addressing Emily as if she were a child who had misbehaved."You’re standing up for someone like him? You should know your place."He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I’d be careful, Emily. If you keep defending him, I might just let the Montgomery family know about your little... Rose family."Emily blinked, surprised by his sudden change in tone."What are you talking about, Johnson?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion."I’m talking about the Montgomerys and their cooperation with your Rose family," Johnson said, hi
Kurt’s face turned red as he clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his composure."What are you doing here, Max?" Kurt snapped, unable to hide his disdain."Did they run out of animals for the zoo, so they invited a stray dog like you?"Max chuckled, not bothered by the insult in the slightest."I don’t know, Kurt. Maybe I’m the one who’s been invited to this fancy banquet, while you’re still licking your wounds from our last ‘meal’ together. How’s that going, by the way?"At that moment, Emily, who had been standing nearby with some of the other guests, noticed the tension between the two men.Her gaze shifted between Max and Kurt, her brow furrowing in confusion."Are you both invited here?" Emily asked, walking over to stand beside Max, clearly curious. She didn't expected that Max would be here.Max turned to her with a playful glint in his eye."Oh, nothing. Just a little walk down memory lane with our dear friend Kurt here." He turned back to Kurt, his voice louder this time."Yo
Kurt nodded, trying to absorb what Johnson was saying."I understand. Loyalty and discretion. I can handle that, no problem." He gave a confident smile, hoping it didn’t sound too rehearsed."Good," Johnson said, his tone approving."Just remember, it’s not about who you know—it’s about how you handle yourself. If you want to work with them, you have to show that you’re trustworthy. One wrong move, and it’s over.""I get it, Mr. Kingsley," Kurt said quickly, his voice steady."I’ve learned that the hard way in business before. I won’t make the same mistakes."Johnson patted him on the back."I’m sure you won’t. You’ve got the right attitude. Now, let’s see what happens.""Thank you again, Mr. Kingsley. I really can’t express how much I appreciate this," Kurt said, standing taller, feeling a rush of excitement. He knew this was his big chance.Amanda, now looking a bit more interested, spoke again."By the way, there’s something else you should know. The Montgomerys are making a big an
The grand hall of the Montgomery estate was alive with chatter and laughter as people mingled in groups.The afternoon sun streamed through the large windows, lighting up the golden decorations that sparkled around the room.Kurt adjusted his tie nervously.He had been looking for Johnson Kingsley and his girlfriend, Amanda, all afternoon.Finally, he spotted them standing near a group of influential guests."Ah, there he is," Kurt muttered to himself as he began making his way over to them.As Kurt approached, Johnson noticed him first. He smiled broadly and waved."Kurt! I was wondering when you'd show up," he said, extending his hand.Kurt shook his hand with enthusiasm, a bright smile on his face."Mr. Kingsley, it’s such an honor to see you. Always a pleasure," he said, the words flowing easily.Amanda, standing beside Johnson, gave Kurt a polite smile but didn’t say much.She was used to these types of interactions and didn’t seem particularly impressed.Kurt kept his focus on J
Red Fang, still trembling from the earlier ordeal, bowed so low his nose nearly scraped the ground.His voice was shaky but laced with desperate gratitude."Young master, thank you for your mercy! I swear I’ll release the girl immediately, and I’ll make sure the one who dared to kidnap her learns his lesson. He’ll regret the day he was born!"Max leaned back against a nearby wall, arms crossed, his expression one of amused indifference."You should regret your choices too, Fang. But I suppose there’s hope for you yet. Show me that you can follow through, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t remember tonight as the day I should’ve crushed you like the bug you are.""Of course, young master! I’ll handle it personally!" Red Fang snapped his fingers, gesturing frantically to his men."Bring the girl here! And get that idiot who took her—tie him up and drag him out!"The thugs scrambled to obey, their earlier bravado replaced by sheer terror.Two of them disappeared into a side room, and moments
Winston's expression darkened as he adjusted his pristine white gloves, his voice cutting through the warehouse air like a steel blade."Since you seem woefully ignorant of whose time you're wasting, allow me to educate you. I am Winston, chief butler of the Montgomery family."The Red Fang, who had been sneering just moments before, froze mid-gesture. His face twitched as the implications sank in."The Montgomery family," Winston continued, each word dripping with calculated disdain."Isn't some neighborhood social club you can extort for pocket change. We're the kind of family that makes people like you disappear with a phone call. And yet here you are, manhandling the young master like some common thug. Tell me, did your mother drop you on your head, or are you simply eager to test if your life insurance is up to date?"Red Fang's tough facade cracked like cheap porcelain."W-wait just a minute! This has to be some kind of mistake!""Mistake?" Winston's eyebrow arched dangerously.
Red Fang gritted his teeth as he watched Max and Winston stand before him.His eyes burned with fury at the sheer audacity they displayed.“You dare insult me in my territory?” Red Fang growled, his voice echoing through the warehouse.“Do you know who I am? People tremble when they hear my name!”Max dusted off his shirt, looking unimpressed. “Oh, we’ve heard your name,” he said nonchalantly.“It’s just that we don’t care. You’re a small-time loser who took my money and now thinks he can take my life too.”The gang members stirred uneasily, looking to their leader for a reaction.Red Fang’s face turned crimson with rage.“You little punk!” he bellowed.“I’ve ruled this area for years! No one disrespects me and walks out alive!”Winston stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet menacing.His piercing gaze landed squarely on Red Fang, and the air in the warehouse seemed to drop several degrees.“Let me make one thing clear,” Winston said coldly.“You’ve already crossed a line by taking m
Lisa’s sobs grew louder as the gang members encircled her like vultures eyeing their prey. Red Fang leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking as he surveyed the scene.“Well, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery, “your knight in shining armor is tied up too. Who’s gonna save you now? The tooth fairy?”The men around him laughed cruelly, their leering gazes sending shivers down Lisa’s spine. One of them stepped closer, running his fingers through her hair.“She’s a pretty one, boss,” he said with a sneer. “I say we start with her dignity first, then deal with the rest.”Lisa jerked her head away, her voice trembling. “Stay away from me!”“Oh, feisty,” another thug mocked, cracking his knuckles. “I like when they fight back. Makes it more fun.”Red Fang gestured toward Lisa, his smile widening. “She dared to slap me. Let’s teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. One by one.”The men closed in, their laughter echoing ominously in the cold, dimly lit warehouse. Lisa
Max lounged in his apartment, enjoying a rare moment of quiet, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, frowning at the unfamiliar number.“Who is this?” he asked, his tone sharp.A gruff voice came through the line. “You don’t know me, but your little friend Lisa gave me your number. She thinks you’re her knight in shining armor.”Max stiffened. “What do you want?”The man chuckled darkly. “Money. Fifty grand. Bring it to the warehouse on 6th Street. And don’t even think about calling the cops. Otherwise...” His voice turned cold, “We’ll have some fun with her first. Maybe she gets out alive, maybe she doesn’t.”Max clenched his jaw, his mind racing. Lisa wasn’t his closest friend, but she had always treated him kindly. He owed her.“I’ll bring the money,” Max said curtly. “Don’t touch her.”The man laughed. “You’ve got two hours. Don’t be late, hero.”As the call ended, Max immediately dialed his butler, Winston.“Winston, I need fifty grand in cash. Now.”Winston’s calm voi