Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

Let Them Talk!

chapter 9

The bar fell eerily silent after Allvar’s bold order, but only for a moment. The hush didn’t last long before the group of former classmates erupted into laughter, their amusement spreading like wildfire.

"Did you hear that?" one of the guys hooted, slapping his knee in exaggerated laughter. "The 'loser' wants to buy the most expensive drink here? He couldn’t even afford bread back in the day!"

More laughter echoed across the room, and the mockery began to build, each voice eager to take their turn.

"Yeah, right," another chimed in, smirking smugly. "Éternité? The guy can’t even find a job, and now he thinks he can afford champagne worth more than all the money he’s ever seen in his life?"

"Maybe he’ll offer to pay in Monopoly money," a girl quipped, earning a round of snickers from those around her.

Serena’s new lover, sitting back comfortably with a self-satisfied grin, glanced at Allvar with an air of condescension. "What a joke," he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I didn’t know broke boys could be so funny." He leaned closer to Serena, his smirk growing as she giggled at his comment.

The waitress, clearly uncomfortable, shifted nervously as she approached Allvar again. Her voice wavered as she spoke. "Uh, sir," she stammered, "Are you sure about your order? We… we don’t actually have 100 bottles in stock. We only have 10."

Without missing a beat, Allvar kept his gaze steady, completely ignoring the taunting voices around him. He nodded calmly, his expression unreadable. "Then I’ll take all ten. Charge my card," he said, gesturing toward the golden card lying on the counter.

The waitress hesitated, her eyes flicking nervously to the card and back to Allvar. After a moment’s pause, she nodded quickly and hurried off, visibly relieved to escape the tense atmosphere.

As she disappeared, Serena snickered from across the room, lounging in her lover’s arms. "Really, Allvar?" she drawled, her voice dripping with disdain. "What’s the point of pretending you have money now? We all know you’re just showing off. It’s pathetic."

Her lover, ever eager to join in, gave a derisive chuckle and tightened his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, man. Trying to save face with a shiny card? No one’s buying it. Least of all Serena."

The group seemed to feed off each other’s energy, their insults bouncing back and forth like a game.

"Look at him!" one of the girls sneered, pointing mockingly in Allvar’s direction. "He’s sitting there like he’s some big shot. What a joke!"

"Must be nice living in la-la land," another classmate jeered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Maybe that’s why Serena ditched you. She needed someone who lives in 'reality'."

"Right," Serena chimed in with a cruel smile. "You’ve always been good at acting, Allvar. Maybe you should’ve tried for Hollywood instead of this poor excuse for a life."

The group burst into another round of laughter, but Allvar remained unbothered. Seated now, he folded his hands on the table, leaning back with a serene smile on his lips. He made no attempt to respond to their insults, his calm demeanor only serving to frustrate them further.

Mikel, standing beside Allvar, clenched his fists, his jaw tight with anger. He took a step forward, but Allvar shot him a quick glance, his expression silently telling him to stand down.

"Calm down, Mikel," Allvar said quietly, his voice barely audible over the noise. "It’s not worth it."

"But they—" Mikel began, but Allvar cut him off with a shake of his head.

"Let them talk," Allvar said simply, his smile unwavering. "Words don’t hurt."

Meanwhile, the group continued their barrage of insults, growing more vicious by the minute.

"He’s delusional," one of the guys scoffed. "Just sitting there with that dumb smile on his face, like we’re the crazy ones."

"Maybe he’s finally lost it," a girl added with a laugh. "Living in fantasy land where he’s rich and successful. Too bad it’s all in his head."

Serena’s lover leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto Allvar. "You should just get up and leave, man. Save yourself the embarrassment. We all know that card’s gonna get declined anyway."

"Exactly," Serena agreed, her voice sickly sweet. "Stop embarrassing yourself, Allvar. No one’s impressed."

Minutes later, the waitress reappeared, nervously clutching Allvar’s card in her hand. She seemed even more uncomfortable now, her gaze flicking between him and the rowdy group. The mocking laughter from Serena and her lover only grew louder as they watched her approach.

"See! I knew it!" one of the guys shouted triumphantly, doubling over with laughter. "He couldn’t even pay!"

"Typical!" Serena laughed, shaking her head in mock pity. "Trying to act all high and mighty, but in the end, it’s just the same old Allvar. No money, no success, nothing!"

Her lover joined in, his voice smug and self-assured. "She’s right. Man, you should’ve just admitted you’re broke. Now you look even more pathetic."

The group howled with laughter, clearly relishing the situation. They watched intently as the waitress came to a halt in front of Allvar, her hands trembling slightly as she held out the card. She hesitated before speaking, glancing nervously at the crowd around them.

"I’m… I’m sorry, sir, but—" she began, her voice uncertain.

Before she could finish, Serena’s lover cut her off with a wave of his hand. "No need to apologize, sweetheart," he said smoothly, his tone oozing arrogance. "He’s just trying to save face. We all know the card’s probably maxed out."