The poor Billionaire novel (Ethan) novel Chapter 24
The other students were so excited when they saw Addy turn to look at Horace. They thought it was time for the biggest humiliation for this loser.
Addy's flattering words were not the same when they reached the others' ears.
"Addy is about to take action at last," a girl excitedly said in a low voice.
"Yes! I have been looking forward to this moment since I began to suspect that he was up to something. I wonder what kind of trick he has up his sleeve this time. It must be a big one!" Another girl matched the excitement of her counterpart.
Kole heard the girls' words. His previous displeasure evaporated at the thought of witnessing Horace's biggest humiliation. He looked at Addy with his eyes filled with unquantifiable pleasure and expectancy. Revenge was all that he had in his heart at this moment.
Although Horace knew that Addy was doing all these just to please him, he didn't want to talk to him. He had punished him, but that didn't mean he had forgiven him for everything. He just didn't want to continue dragging the matter.
Horace's lack of response made the other students shocked. They widened their eyes and glanced at Horace and Addy alternatively. One of them whispered, "How dare Horace ignore Addy? He must be courting death. Doesn't he know that Addy is not someone he should disrespect? Well, I don't pity him. He would surely not walk out of this room with his body intact!"
"We only graduated a few days ago. But how come Horace suddenly becomes full of himself? Why is he giving Addy the cold shoulder?"
"He probably thinks Addy can't beat him up because we have graduated! He's such a naive fool. Addy is even more powerful outside than on school grounds. He has more ferocious minions in the city. It wouldn't take long for Horace to be beaten black and blue. Just watch, he would be begging for mercy at Addy's feet soon!"
The other students chattered in low voices when they saw that Horace was behaving stubbornly. They all looked forward to seeing how Addy would teach him a lesson.
Most of them guessed that Addy would hit Horace for starters. But to their surprise, he didn't get angry at all. He did the exact opposite of what they expected. He sucked up to Horace. Smiling, Addy whispered to him, "Hey, bro, I will just take your silence as your consent."
With his eyebrows knitted, Addy looked at Kole and said calmly, "Kole, do you remember what I said a while ago? You need to write a self-criticism letter to Horace!"
'What the hell? Addy just addressed this poverty-stricken loser as bro.' Horace's former classmates were stunned. They couldn't understand why Addy wasn't acting the way they predicted.
'Could it be that Addy didn't want Horace to suspect that he was plotting against him, so he called him bro? Is this a plan to make him let his guard down?'
All the other students felt that Addy was playing cat and mouse with Horace. They believed that he wanted to flatter the unsuspecting loser and then strike him when he least expected it.
Everyone shared the same thoughts. They suddenly beamed with admiration in their eyes as they looked at Addy. They reasoned that Horace's new arrogance wouldn't last long and he would be so miserable soon.
The other students were deep in thought at this moment. They kept imagining how Horace would suffer tonight. As far as they were concerned, Addy would never let him go scot-free.
To show support for Addy, someone suddenly shouted, "Kole, just write a self-criticism letter. Don't be stubborn now!"
"Yes, yes. It must be at least five thousand words!" another person echoed.
The antagonizing words of his former classmates made Kole's heart drop. His excited expression was instantly replaced with a frown. He thought sadly, 'Why am I the only one bearing the brunt? What sort of injustice is this? Can't I just have a good time tonight? I should write at least five thousand words? They have gotten to be kidding me!'
Kole was about to speak up for himself. But he was shut down by his former classmates' chants. "Five thousand words, five thousand words, five thousand words!"
'What? This is pure wickedness. None of you can write a self-criticism letter that's at least five thousand words. Why are you asking me to write it? Fuck you all!' Kole cursed at them in his mind. He really wanted to fire back at them, but he was no match for them.
This situation was precarious and his hands were tied. The pressure they were mounting on him finally made him succumb. He said obsequiously, "Okay, fine. Addy, it's true that I caused Horace so much pain. I will write a self-criticism letter to show that my apology is sincere. It would be at least five thousand words."
All of a sudden, the door swung open and a voice came. "I'm sorry for coming late, everyone!"
All eyes turned in the direction of the door. Horace also raised his head to look at the person. A smile instantly appeared on his face. He waved excitedly. "Laila, I didn't expect that you would come here too!"
The latecomer was Laila, Horace's one true friend and the girl that worked as a waitress in the Sea Pavilion. She had gotten an invitation since she was also his former classmate.
Horace's enthusiastic greeting took the other students by surprise since he had just ignored Addy. However, they soon became excited.
They wanted to see the kind of trick Addy would play on Horace.
On the spur of the moment, Kole forgot about his problems. He felt that something was about to go down.
When Laila saw Horace waving at her, she smiled brightly. She slowly walked to the other side of Horace and sat down. She then took out a crumpled one hundred dollar bill from her pocket and said, "Horace, I'm sorry. I only have one hundred dollars for you. Please accept it."
'Birds of a feather flock together. It seems these two are close because they are both poor losers,' a classmate thought to himself when he saw Laila sit close to Horace. However, his disdain changed to surprise when he saw her take out one hundred dollars from her pocket. It was a huge sum of money for high school graduates like them. Despite not being from poor homes, they didn't get such an amount as pocket money, let alone donate it to someone.
Laila's kind gesture warmed Horace's heart. He stared at the dollar bill before waving his hand. "Laila, you are far too kind. You lent me six hundred dollars yesterday. How can I accept your money again? Please take it back."
"What? Isn't Laila from a very poor home? How come she lent Horace six hundred dollars?" a classmate whispered in bewilderment.
Six hundred dollars was enough to cater for the monthly living expenses of a child from an average family. Thus, it was a huge sum for a poor teenager to have.
"Six hundred dollars yesterday, and one hundred dollars today? Is Laila planning to make Horace her gigolo? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor people are so unpredictable and pretentious. It's hard to know what's going on in their poverty-stricken minds!" A jealous girl effectively laced her comment with insults.
All the girls present still harbored inveterate hatred for Laila because she was beautiful.
'What kind of person is Horace? The more I stay around him, the more I get curious to know his true identity!' Everyone had completely forgotten Ansley since Amaia arrived. However, she wasn't anxious at all. Since she was an outsider, she just watched the drama unfold. The scene that played out made her even more curious about Horace. She felt that he was an interesting young man.
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