Rise of Robert,the youngest student billionaire.

CHAPTER 7. A step to how his real face

Meanwhile, inside the cinema, Olivia and Owen were seated in the VIP section of chairs. The air was filled with festive chatter among the students, yet nobody dared to speak too loudly as Owen had requested silence.

The scent of popcorn wafted through the room, intensifying the anticipation for the upcoming movie they were about to watch.

"Honey, can we change the movie?" asked Olivia, wrinkling her face as she pleaded for everyone to support her choice.

"Babe, it's the official selection today. It wouldn't be fair to change it, don't you think?" Owen tried to convince her with a smug smile, but she persisted.

"I don't want it. I want 'Mea Culpa!'" she stated confidently.

The sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, creating an excited buzz as everyone settled into their seats and ordered their popcorn, ensuring nothing would grab their attention once the movie officially began.

After a few minutes of conversation with the cinema manager and leaving a generous tip, Owen returned to his seat with a confident smile adorning his face.

His chest swelled with pride as he made his way back to his chair, and to his surprise, Olivia leaned in affectionately, and their lips met in a kiss.

"You're the best, baby," she mused, stroking his ego.

However, a muscular man walked to the front of the stage after a few minutes. His face was beaming with smiles, thanks to the generous tip from Owen.

"Due to overwhelming requests from the VIP section, today's film will be 'Mea Culpa!'" he announced. The entire room fell into a heavy silence, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath in surprise.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned towards the occupants of the VIP section, only to find Owen and Olivia, lost in their own love.

Ben's face contorted into a deep frown as he exclaimed, "This is unfair! I thought we all had equal rights in this school."

He wasn't satisfied with what had just happened, even though he knew the reason behind Owen and Olivia being in the VIP section.

Who would have expected that?

The tickets cost $550 each, while the regular seats are only about $65.

"Exactly!" exclaimed one of the students after the eerie silence.

"'Mea Culpa' should have been the first choice from the beginning. We all wanted the same. Thanks to Owen!"

Ben couldn't help but feel the anger coursing through his veins. He knew that the student's reply was just an attempt to curry favor with Owen.

Gulp! They all swallowed their words, refocusing their attention on the film that had yet to begin.

"Damn! Is that a Bugatti?" one of the students, whose eyes had been wandering outside, exclaimed in disbelief. He quickly rushed out, with Ben, Jacob, and other students following suit.

Most of them had only seen Bugattis in movies and pictures, but had never encountered a real one before.

Meanwhile, Robert stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut before heading towards the cinema. He knew it was the only place he would meet Jacob and Ben.

As he turned, there was a collective gasp. No one had expected him to emerge from such a luxurious car.

Ben's jaw dropped, and his mouth hung open in surprise.

"Isn't that Robert?" He turned to Jacob, who shook his head in disbelief.

"That's him!"

Robert stood tall, his posture strong and commanding. He exuded an air of pride, both with his Louis Vuitton accessory and his expensive cologne.

"Isn't that Robert, the poor church rat?" exclaimed another student in astonishment.

"It's him! How... how did he get out of that car?" asked another person in disbelief.

The astonishment of onlookers made Robert's chest swell with pride, as if his heart were expanding with a deep sense of accomplishment.

Meanwhile, Robert and Olivia peered out from the window, both shocked to see Robert stepping out of the Bugatti.

Anger began to course through Olivia's body, and she couldn't contain it any longer.

"First, a Rolls-Royce comes to pick up his lifeless body, and now he arrives back at school in a f*cking Bugatti!" she exclaimed with frustration.

"Such a fool," Owen said, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

"I guess his salary insurance will be used to pay for all of this," he added, bursting into fervorous laughter.

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked, trying to catch up.

"I mean his boss, who picked him up, helped dress him up and even gave the idiot a Louis Vuitton to wear," Owen explained.

"But that would be an advance on his future salary!" he explained, and a satisfied grin curled up on Olivia's lips.

Her eyes sparkled once more with unadulterated happiness as she wrapped her hand around Owen's arm.

"Babe, you're such a genius. I would have thought that poverty-stricken boy won a lucky jackpot," she praised.

Simultaneously, Ben and Jacob pulled Robert into a tight hug. They had missed him during the past two days when he didn't return to school. Calling his phone was useless since he had forgotten to even turn it on, being carried away by his new lifestyle.

"Who owns that Bugatti? Why the hell did you come out of it?" Ben couldn't wait to ask.

"Let's go watch the film and enjoy ourselves," Robert suggested with a wide grin stretching across his face, oblivious to the piercing gazes from other students who wondered how he managed to get a Bugatti to bring him back to school.

However, as Robert stepped into the cinema room, a deep frown marred his features as he spotted Owen and Olivia.

"Why the hell are these useless idiots here?" he thought to himself.

Owen turned his head at the sound of approaching footsteps and suddenly locked eyes with Robert. He was taken aback for several reasons: Firstly, he had expected to see Robert covered in bruises, but he looked surprisingly flawless. Owen couldn't help but muse, "Does this mean those thugs didn't do what I asked them to do?"

Secondly, his gaze shifted to Robert's hand, and his face immediately turned red with anger. He had instructed the thugs to cut off a finger from Robert's right hand, the same hand that Robert had used to slap him. However, it seemed that the thugs had forgotten their job description.

Thirdly, Owen's eyes scanned Robert's clothes, and a gasp escaped his lips. He had noticed the Louis Vuitton from the window, but he hadn't expected it to be an exclusive piece that wasn't yet available to everyone. In normal circumstances, anyone who had an exclusive item before its release was considered to be very wealthy. Would Owen now consider Robert to be wealthy?

"Oh, look who we have here? Robert, Mr. Poor Mouse," Owen teased.

His words cut deep into Robert's skin, and he simply gulped in response.

Olivia turned around and was surprised. "Isn't that an exclusive Louis Vuitton design?" she thought to herself, her expression tinged with disbelief.

"Hmm, look who used his future salaries just to look good—the famous broke boy of Campell campus!" Owen continued teasing, before clearing his throat to ask, "What are you doing here? The regular tickets are already sold out, and I'm sure you can never afford the VIP tickets. So what are you doing here?"

Robert's fists began to clench. If only he could just ignore them, or perhaps they would ignore him.

"Oh, cat got your tongue, huh?" Owen taunted relentlessly.

Olivia, standing by the side and admiring his clothes, interjected, "Don't tell me you used your annual paycheck as insurance to come and look good, so I can change my mind about dating you?"

"Trying to impress you?" Robert spat. "I doubt you're even worthy of that."

A satisfactory smirk curled up on Olivia's lips. At least he had just admitted to using his paycheck as insurance to look good. She walked closer to him and said, "Grow up, Rob. Insuring yourself to wear Louis Vuitton won't make me want you. You're just a poor church rat, know your place."

Those words made Robert boil in anger, but he tried his best not to land a punch on her beautiful face, at least for the sake of her gender.

"Since you're done disgracing yourself, can you move out of the way so I can go find a seat?" Robert said, and Olivia burst out laughing hysterically.

"Look around you, didn't you hear what my boyfriend just said? There are no more regular seats for paupers like you."

"Well, gold digger, watch me purchase my seat with my own money, not by doing some whoring jobs to earn it!" Robert's words sent a cold chill down Olivia's spine as she gulped in shock.

Did he just call her a gold digger and a freaking whore?!

Owen grabbed Robert's clothes, seething with anger. "Don't you dare call her that ever again! It seems my boys didn't do you justice that night, huh?"

Anger started coursing through Robert's veins as he remembered the pain he had endured that night, how those men had almost beaten him to death.

Without a second thought, Robert reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Swiftly, he wiped it across Owen's face, attempting to clean off his makeup.

Owen wasn't fast enough to dodge the wipe, and before he could comprehend what was happening, a heavy blow followed.

Boom! Robert delivered a final punch to Owen's face.

Before Robert could fully grasp the situation, Olivia alarmed the manager.

"Sir, please throw this piece of trash outside. He can't afford the VIP section of the cinema!"

...

However, would the manager actually throw Robert out of the cinema?

Would Owen notice Robert's pettiness to expose his ugliness?