At Tristan’s declaration, some of the classmates exchanged awkward glances with each other, but none of them spoke up in Adrian’s defense. After all, he wasn’t one of their classmates, and they didn’t want to risk their chance to enter the exclusive club. They simply shrugged and made their way in. Adrian’s expression remained calm as he met Tristan’s gaze. He wasn’t surprised that Tristan had said this. Infact, he expected this kind of pettiness from him. Deciding to indulge him, he raised a brow and asked, “And why am I not invited?” Tristan’s grin widened, his voice low and taunting as he replied. “It’s simple, really. You’re a nobody and a loser that no one wants around. Tell you what though,” he leaned in closer, his breath almost fanning Adrian’s face. “If you lick my feet, I’ll let you in with the rest of us. How does that sound?” Anita’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she quickly stepped in front of Adrian, her voice firm. “That’s enough, Tristan. You’re going too far! If
The atmosphere outside the club grew even more tense as Adrian turned slowly towards the source of the voice. Standing a few feet away was Landon Welsh, his posture oozing arrogance. The smirk on his face was one of malicious satisfaction, and his eyes gleamed with the pleasure of seeing Adrian in what he presumed to be a humiliating situation. Adrian remained impassive as he stared at Landon, and all he could see was the spoiled brat who had once tried to intimidate him and failed miserably. The sheer arrogance he still exuded made it obvious that he hadn’t learned his lesson. He made a mental note to have a serious talk with Harold Welsh regarding this. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Landon taunted when Adrian didn’t say anything, his voice loud enough to pique the attention of Skylar and the bouncer. “Or are you too embarrassed to admit you are one of my father’s benefactors?” Adrian arched an eyebrow, his head tilting in mock confusion. “Benefactor? The last time I
Skyler ignored Landon’s question as she kept staring at Adrian in wide-eyed disbelief, and her mind raced as she struggled to process the reality of her situation. The bouncer also felt a chill run down his spine as he observed Skyler’s panicked expression, then he shot a nervous glance at Adrian before turning back to Skyler. “Manager Skyler, was he really telling the truth about being a platinum member? Before Skyler could reply, the sounds of incoming footsteps echoed across the pavement, and her whole body went rigid as David Reed, the club’s owner, approached with two bodyguards, that sported muscles which put Dwayne Johnson to shame, trailing behind him. David was not so tall, but he had a commanding presence, and his sharp eyes flickered as they scanned the scene. As soon as he spotted Adrian, his expression softened, and he quickened his pace, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he came to a stop in front of him. “Mr. Young,” David greeted with a bow, his tone fil
Skyler’s eyes widened in disbelief. She surely hadn’t expected Adrian to give her such a degrading condition. Her eyes watered as she thought about how her life had taken a downward spiral since yesterday. She really didn’t like to work and preferred the laidback luxurious lifestyle even though she wasn’t from a wealthy family, and this is why she set her sights on wealthy men. She thought she had hit the jackpot with the mayor’s son and wouldn’t have to work anymore. She had even planned to quit her job as a club manager yesterday, but the mayor’s son's sudden decision to break up with her, derailed her plans. She had almost lost all hope of finding another big fish, when Landon came into the picture. She instantly decided to cling to him and seduce him into falling for her, but that plan had failed before it even started. Now, she was left with no other option but to accept Adrian’s condition, because she didn’t want to lose the only thing that’ll put food on her table.With a sigh
Natalie shrieked loudly as Paul spat out his drink on her dress, her voice cutting through the noise of the lounge. “What the hell, Paul!” she screamed, frantically wiping at the stain spreading across her designer outfit. “Look what you’ve done!” “Hey, babe, calm down,” Tristan began in a bid to reassure her but she cut him short. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” She rose from her seat after saying this, and with a furious glare directed at Paul, she stormed off to the restroom to clean up herself . Meanwhile, Paul remained frozen in his seat, still clutching his phone tightly as if he expected Martha to call back and tell him it had all been a joke. Minutes passed without him getting a call back, and the reality of his situation sank in—He had been fired. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion as he glanced at Adrian, who was watching him with an infuriatingly calm expression. “How did he know?” Paul whispered to himself in confusion, and his mind raced with the
Gasps filled the air, and all eyes turned to Natalie, who instinctively covered her wrist. Her face turned pale, and she glanced nervously at Tristan, who looked furious. “That’s ridiculous!” Tristan snapped, then his tone softened as he met Natalie’s gaze. “Babe, I assure you that this bracelet is genuine. I bought it from a reputable store!” Adrian’s smirk grew wider. “Are you sure about that, Tristan? Because it seems like your luxury purchase might not be as authentic as you thought.” Natalie’s gaze snapped up to Adrian, her eyes filled with exasperation as he defended Tristan. “This is absurd! There’s no way my boyfriend will get me a fake bracelet!” Adrian raised a nonchalant eyebrow. “Then explain the rash.” Tristan regained his composure and scoffed at Adrian. “You’re just making things up to mess with us because you can’t handle not being on our level, right? As a matter of fact, I bet that fake G****e assistant in your phone was manipulated to say those exact words. Your
Keaton whipped out a small bottle containing a clear liquid from his pocket. It was a special solution used by his uncle to verify the authenticity of jewelry during his novice days as an appraiser. He had passed it down to Keaton to use in the meantime, until he fully mastered the art of appraisal and could do it without the liquid. “This will tell us the truth,” he announced, raising the bottle to show everyone before he unscrewed the cap and carefully poured a few drops onto Natalie’s bracelet. Everyone’s attention was fixated on what he was doing, and almost immediately, the bracelet started to change color, turning a dirty green hue. Gasps echoed around the room, and Tristan’s face drained of all color. “T-that’s not possible!” he sputtered out, his tone tinged with disbelief and denial. “I bought it from a trustworthy jeweler!” Natalie’s face twisted with fury, her eyes flashing as she shot up from her seat and glared at Tristan. “You embarrassed me in front of everyone! No
Anita remained rooted to the same spot, her heart thumping in her chest as she tried to process what just happened. Her arm throbbed where Lilian’s nails had scratched her and she winced as she touched the blistered skin. She closed her eyes for a moment in a bid to steady herself. She hadn't expected Lilian to react so violently—after all, the decision to fire her hadn't even been hers. Finally regaining her composure, she picked up her bag that had fallen to the floor and turned to walk towards the elevator, but the burning sensation in her arm forced her to stop and wince. “Miss Davies!” A voice called out from behind her. One of the security guards who had helped drag Lilian out approached, holding a small white box in his hands. “Here ma’am, please use this,” he offered with a concerned expression as he opened the first aid box to reveal a few antiseptic wipes and bandages. “Thank you,” Anita murmured gratefully as she took the supplies from the guard. She sat on the edge of