From Scorn to Throne: William Anderson's Journey

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A month later.

Now, Robert and his friends gather at a café near campus. It's a cozy atmosphere, with sunlight streaming through the windows, giving the room natural light. Laughter and light conversation fill the air, along with the sound of the coffee machine and the distinctive, soothing aroma.

Suddenly, the door of the café opened and William walked in, hand in hand with Vera. William looked relaxed with his disheveled hair, while Vera flashed her always charming smile. They looked so harmonious, as if they didn't care what others thought.

Jordan noticed their arrival first. "Hey, that loser dared to come to this cafe," he said in a scornful tone.

Robert, who was playing with his cell phone, heard Jordan's words and looked at him with a lazy gaze. He didn't really care what Jordan said.

Jordan seemed to have other ideas. "Why don't you come over to his table right now and pour him a capucino of your own?" he suggested with a big smile.

Robert didn't respond, instead he was busy wi