Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

Golden Card 2

Chapter 10

More laughter filled the air, and Allvar’s eyes flicked up, locking onto the man’s smug face.

The waitress nervously clutched the card, eyes darting to Allvar before continuing her sentence. "I… I was just returning your card, sir," she stammered, holding it out toward him. "The drinks are too heavy, so my colleagues are bringing them over."

The entire bar went silent. Serena’s lover, who had been smirking the entire time, furrowed his brows. He leaned forward, his voice dripping with disbelief. "Wait… what do you mean, 'bringing them over'?"

The waitress blinked, seemingly confused by the reaction. "I mean," she said slowly, glancing at the group, "the payment went through. We’ve already charged his card for all ten bottles."

What?

A heavy, stunned silence followed.

"You’re joking," Serena’s lover blurted out, his face twisting in disbelief. "You mean to tell me he actually 'paid'? For 10 bottles of Éternité? That’s… that’s 100 grand!"

The waitress nodded, visibly perplexed by his reaction. "Yes, sir. The payment was successful."

Everyone froze. For a moment, no one spoke, their shocked expressions betraying their disbelief. Mikel, who had been standing quietly beside Allvar, suddenly let out a loud laugh, slapping Allvar on the back. "Man, I knew it!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "I knew you had something up your sleeve! Look at their faces!"

Allvar simply gave a calm nod, still smiling serenely as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Serena’s lover sat back in his chair, his face slowly morphing from confusion to anger.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath. Then, louder, he sneered, "That card must be stolen. There’s no way 'you' have that kind of money, Allvar."

Serena, her face flushed with embarrassment, quickly latched onto the accusation. "He’s right!" she said, pointing a manicured finger at Allvar. "How could you afford this? You couldn’t even pay the rent for 'our' apartment when we were together. Admit it, Allvar, you’re lying. Just turn yourself in before this gets worse."

Allvar’s smile faltered, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around the returned card. The tension in the air thickened as he met Serena’s eyes, his calm composure now edged with frustration.

"I didn’t steal anything," he said, his voice low but steady. "And I don’t owe you or anyone here an explanation."

Serena scoffed, folding her arms. "Oh, come on. Stop pretending. You were 'broke'. You still are. There’s no way you could’ve come into that kind of money without doing something shady."

Her lover leaned forward, adding fuel to the fire. "Yeah, man. Just be honest. We won’t judge you, for the crime, that is. But lying? That’s just pathetic."

Allvar’s gaze sharpened, and his grip on the card tightened even more. Serena’s lover leaned back in his chair, flashing a sly grin as he crossed his arms. “Come on, man. Just admit it. You’ve never had that kind of cash in your life. Just turn yourself in, and maybe we’ll go easy on you. No need to drag this out.”

The people in the bar began to murmur, their eyes darting from Allvar to the man egging him on.

Serena took a step forward, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she spoke, her voice laced with contempt. “You’re only making it worse, Allvar. If you confess now, they might cut you a deal. Just admit you stole the card. Why keep pretending you’re something you’re not?”

Allvar’s jaw clenched, his voice dangerously calm. “I didn’t steal anything, Serena.”

Her eyes narrowed as she pointed at him, stepping closer. “Then how? How could you afford this? You couldn’t even keep up with our rent! What are you doing now that suddenly makes you rich?”

Mikel stepped in, his hand lightly resting on Allvar’s shoulder, trying to diffuse the rising tension. “Hey, man, you don’t have to explain anything to these people. You paid, and that’s all there is to it.”

But Serena wasn’t backing down. “Oh, please, Mikel. You’re just as delusional if you think he’s telling the truth. He’s a fraud, and we all know it. You don’t just go from broke to dropping a hundred grand on drinks without something shady going on.”

The crowd around them began to stir, whispers growing louder. Serena’s lover smirked, leaning in. “You’ve always been good at faking things, Allvar. But this? This is pathetic. You might as well admit it now before things get uglier.”

Allvar’s temper simmered beneath the surface.