Robert increased the volume of his music. He was playing an afrobeats mix in his mother's car. After a long drive, he finally pulled up to an eatery. He wanted to have his breakfast there since he didn't have any at home. He quickly parked his car in front of the restaurant and made his way up the stairs.Once he parked the car, passersby couldn't stop marveling over it. It was really rare to see anyone come to buy just food with a Rolls Royce. Some quietly whipped out their phones to take pictures of the car, and Robert swelled with pride as he saw them do so."This car is so sleek... It's a Rolls Royce. This guy must be filthy rich!" "I mean, it's such a flex using a Rolls Royce to come have your meal at a restaurant... That's some king shit right there!""I wish he was my man, he looks not just fine but also rich!" One of the ladies mused as she watched Robert take the stairs."Good morning, sir!" one of the receptionists greeted him as he approached. Apparently, she had seen his
That plate number was the same as the one on his car! What?! Robert was shocked. Did that mean they had taken the photo in front of his parked car?He quickly compared the surroundings of the photo to where his car was parked, and it was exactly the same!He couldn't help but smile wickedly as an idea formed in his head. The campus favorite couple were really living a fallacy and acting up just to get some silly compliments.He quickly finished his food and called the waitress. "How much is my bill?" He asked."$1150, sir," she said. Robert dipped his hand into his pocket and took out $1500. He handed it over to her with a soft smile. "Don't worry, you can keep the rest."The lady went down on her knees. "Thank you very much, sir. I really appreciate it," she said with grateful eyes. Robert quickly helped her up. "Don't worry, this isn't needed. Get back to work, dear."With that, he exited the premises of the restaurant. Meanwhile, the lady couldn't stop looking at him. At that poin
Gasps ripped through the crowd of students. They couldn't believe their eyes that it was Robert who had brought such an exotic car onto the school premises. How was that even possible, since they all knew he was broke - not just broke, but one of the poorest guys on campus?The whole place went silent, and only murmurs could be heard from afar, but Robert didn't care. He walked proudly out of the car, and instead of slamming the car door, he pressed the remote in his car, and the door gracefully closed down, making the students marvel at such luxury."Am I really dreaming?" one of the students muttered. "Like, Robert Edward has a fucking Rolls Royce?!""Damn, his car is really sleek. I mean, look at that car - it looks almost the same as that of Owen," another student whistled in awe."Is this a prank? Did he rent this for a music video or something?" Another student looked around in disbelief. "Did you all believe that Robert is the real owner of the car?""I mean, I am richer than h
Robert's face fell, his eyes widening in disbelief and hurt. He felt a sting from Jacob's words, like a bee had pierced his skin. His mind raced with disappointment and frustration. Did they really think he had a whole lot of time to be playing catch up with Owen? After all these years they had known him and seen how tightly he had always scheduled his time, even when he was working, and how he spent most of his free days in the school library instead of engaging in time-consuming activities - seeing them think so low of him made him sick to his stomach. Apparently, he had made them the studious bookworms they were today. Each one of them wanted to rival each other, solely focused on outperforming the others academically through friendly competition. They were really comparing him to Owen, whose life is a fallacy.Robert sighed. "How could you think that of me?" Robert's voice was laced with disappointment, his tone barely above a whisper. "Do you really think I'm so petty, so shall
Gasps ripped through the crowd of students as they couldn't believe their eyes that it was Robert who had brought such an exotic car onto the school premises. How was that even possible, since they all knew that he was broke? Lily, on the other hand, was equally shocked to see Luca ride into the school compounds with such an exotic car."Isn't that Owen?" one of them exclaimed excitedly."Oh, it is him! That's the same exact one he just bought, I'm sure of it!" the girl said. "I just saw Olivia in here. Where is she? She can also confirm that it's her boyfriend's car.""Oh, yes, that is Olivia!" another person pointed at Olivia, who hadn't seen the whole chaos happening outside. She was seated with her friends, engaged in normal campus gossips, when one person tapped her shoulder to get her attention."Hey, Olivia, isn't that Owen coming in?" she pointed outside, and Olivia quickly followed her hands, only to see a Rolls-Royce parking in front of the lecture hall. She was initially con
Apparently, Ben has suggested that they post a photo of Robert with his new car in the school group and add an eye-catching caption for it. He also suggested adding Robert's license plate number so it can be visible. After Ben had posted it, he made sure Jacob also posted it, congratulating Robert on his new car. Having two to three posts up would gain more traction faster.But Ben didn't stop there. He went as far as going to Olivia's post of her and Owen in front of the Rolls Royce and debunked the rumors that it was Owen's car. For the next few minutes, the post began to blow up, and six consecutive comments dropped: "What do you mean this isn't Owen's new car, but that of Robert? I mean the poor Robert we all know?! How is that even possible?"When Ben saw the first comment, his face dissolved into a frown, but he quickly explained and asked the commenter to check the license plate numbers."Wait a minute, did you say it isn't that of Owen? Hahahaha, I just knew they were living a
"You really think we don't know, right?" Ben laughed. "You fake bitch, and you come up in our face to act like an IT babe."Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you talking about? You're just drunk or high or something!"Ben sneered. "Drunk or high? You think we're just hallucinating? We have evidence, Olivia. We know you and Owen live such a fake life and act rich!"Olivia's face turned red with indignation. "Evidence? What evidence? You're just making this up! What the fuck is wrong with you silly boys? How do you come to school in the morning and have a bad bitch on your mind?"She hissed. "Well I know your friend haven't healed and moved on from me.""Healed?" Ben laughed. "No one wants a fake ass bitch like you except some ugly boys like Owen."Jacob chuckled. "Make it up? You really think we're that stupid? We have screenshots, Olivia. We are just waiting for the right time and it'll blow up in your face. You will feel the same embarrassment you gave Rob in front of the
The world seemed to have stopped when they told Olivia to check the school group. She didn't understand what was happening, so she was confused. Meanwhile, Robert and his friends who knew what was about to happen felt a bubble of positive energy down in their stomachs, but they didn't show it.Olivia's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about, Emily? What's going on in the school group?"Emily's eyes were wide with excitement, her voice urgent. "Just check it, Liv! You won't believe what's happening! I can't tell you here now."Ben and Robert exchanged a curious glance, their interest piqued. Miss Lily's expression remained stern, but her eyes hinted at a spark of curiosity. She badly wanted to know what it was they wanted to show Olivia, but the time for her lectures was slipping away.Olivia's confusion turned to frustration. "Fine, I'll check it when I get inside. I don't have my phone with me right now," she said after searching her pockets and no
The company, once vulnerable in the wake of Madam President’s death, was now regaining its footing under Robert’s guidance. But his journey had only just begun, and he knew that he needed to be vigilant, for there were still enemies lurking in the shadows.His mother’s funeral, though somber, had not only been a farewell but also a declaration to the world that Robert was no longer the boy who lived in his mother’s shadow. He was stepping into his role with a newfound sense of purpose, and he would not be undermined.In the weeks that followed, Robert spent long hours at the company’s headquarters, pouring over documents and familiarizing himself with every intricate detail of the empire his mother had built. His butler, an older gentleman named Alfred who had served the family for decades, became an indispensable ally. Alfred had known Robert since he was a child, and he had seen the boy transform into the man standing before him.One evening, Alfred found Robert still working in hi
Madam President, as she was fondly known to the world, was a woman of unparalleled influence and charisma. Her life was a tapestry of triumphs, woven from years of building her empire and leading her company with a firm but compassionate hand. She had overseen countless business successes and was a beloved public figure, admired for her resilience and business acumen.But even the strongest of leaders are not invincible. Behind closed doors, the indomitable Madam President had been battling a relentless illness. The diagnosis had come suddenly and without warning, sending shockwaves through the lives of everyone who knew her, especially her only son, Robert. Despite her physical decline, she never let her illness dim her spirit or her drive to oversee her company’s affairs. Robert often marveled at his mother’s sheer determination, even when she was confined to her bed, issuing orders and signing documents with the same unwavering authority.The family spared no expense in providin
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as the final figure was announced. Lila’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling at the sheer audacity of it all. How could this be happening? Robert was supposed to be the pauper here, the one barely scraping by, not the one making extravagant purchases without a second thought.Meanwhile, Anita’s smile grew even wider, a mix of disbelief and glee painted across her face. To her, it felt as though she had won the jackpot, her wildest dreams unfolding right before her eyes.Robert, however, merely smiled sheepishly, his calm demeanor unshaken by the staggering total. He turned to Anita and said, "I hope you’re satisfied with your picks. Let’s get these wrapped up."At the same time, When the assistant called out the total—$350,000—the shock on Lila and her companion’s faces was almost palpable. Lila’s eyes widened in disbelief, her carefully calculated confidence beginning to unravel as she processed the staggering figure. The man besi
Lila and her companion stood frozen, their eyes locked on Robert. The confidence with which he moved, the calm in his demeanor, and the absolute lack of fear in his voice were all completely at odds with the image of him they had clung to for so long. Every word he spoke, every action he took seemed to defy the expectations they had so carefully built around him.Lila's breath hitched as she watched Anita wheel the overflowing cart towards the register. Her gaze darted to the items, her mind racing as she tried to calculate the worth of everything piled inside. Her heart sank as the numbers began to add up—thousands upon thousands of dollars. The realization was like a punch to the gut. Could this really be happening? Could Robert, the man she had always considered beneath her, actually afford this?For years, Lila had carried a deep-seated belief that Robert was a nobody, someone to be mocked and dismissed. But that belief was now crumbling under the weight of what she was witnessin
Robert let out a calm smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as a cold expression settled on his face. "You're right, why won't I?" he responded, his tone icy and composed.Lila's scorn was unmistakable. She threw her head back and let out a sarcastic laugh, her eyes gleaming with mockery. "Really? Robert afford a bag this much?" she sneered, her gaze landing on the $89,000 price tag of the bag Anita had been eyeing earlier. "You? A pauper like you? Trying to level up so bad—it’s laughable!"She continued, "You’re in way over your head, Robert. You’re just digging your own grave, pretending to be something you're not. This is going to put you in serious trouble one day, mark my words."Her words dripped with disdain, but beneath her confident exterior, a seed of unease began to sprout. She couldn’t shake the memories of her past encounters with Robert. She recalled their run-in at the Luxor Hotel—how she had expected him to be exposed as a fraud or a thief, yet, to her bewilderment, he ha
The words hit Lila like a slap to the face. Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury, her face flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a retort. But soon, the anger boiled over, and she exploded into a furious rant."You—how dare you!" she sputtered, her voice rising in pitch. "You think you can talk to me like that? Do you know who I am? I’ve got more class in my little finger than you’ll ever have! Those bags—those bags are worth more than anything you’ll ever touch! You’re nothing but a lowlife, a pathetic little con man who can’t afford even a scrap of what I have!"Lila’s face contorted with rage, her voice dripping with venom as she continued to rant, her words becoming more disjointed and desperate as she tried to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "You’re the joke here, Robert! A joke! And as for you," she spat, turning her glare towards Anita, "
The tension in the air was electric, thick and oppressive like a storm cloud ready to burst. The other guests, who had been observing the escalating situation with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, began to murmur amongst themselves, their voices tinged with both anticipation and judgment."Serves him right," one diner whispered, barely hiding a smirk. "He must be out of his mind to go up against someone like Mr. Smith.""Foolish, really," another chimed in, shaking their head. "He’s asking for it. The manager’s going to toss him out on his ear, just wait and see."The whispers grew louder, with some even casting pitying glances at Robert, while others openly mocked him. "He has no idea who he’s dealing with," one person commented with a sneer. "Smith’s a regular here, practically untouchable. That guy is done for."Anita, sitting beside Robert, could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was visibly fidgeting, her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of the table. The thought o
Robert remained unnervingly calm as Mr. Smith's voice escalated, his threats echoing through the luxurious hall of the VIP section. His demeanor was as steady as a still lake before a storm, showing no hint of the tension burning beneath the surface. The more Mr. Smith ranted, the less Robert seemed to react, his composed expression only further fueling Mr. Smith’s fury.Mr. Smith sneered, his voice thick with venom. "You act like you’re above it all, like you own this place, you think everyone else is just as deceitful as you?"The other customers, were now turning their heads, their curiosity piqued by the growing commotion. Some whispered among themselves, while others watched intently, their food momentarily forgotten.Robert, sensing the perfect opportunity to twist the knife, leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Well, Smith," he said with a casual shrug, "if you must know, I own this place."Mr. Smith froze mid-rant, his eyes narrowing as he processed what Robert had
As Robert and Anita left the lively birthday party, the evening air was cool, and the city lights glittered around them. Anita’s stomach growled audibly, and she burst into laughter.“Okay, that’s embarrassing,” she said, rubbing her belly. “But seriously, I’m starving. We’ve been surviving on potato chips, cupcakes, and candy all night. I need some real food—something warm and hearty.”Robert chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I hear you. I can’t believe they called that a party spread. You know what? Let’s go somewhere special. I know a place.”Anita’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Special, huh? Fancy or casual?”“Oh, very fancy,” Robert said, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”Curiosity piqued, Anita grinned. “Alright, lead the way. Just don’t make me wait too long; I’m already dreaming about a perfect, gourmet meal.”They drove through the city, the anticipation growing as Robert pulled up to an elegant, upscale restaurant. The establishment exuded s