Chapter 4

Chase's face turned livid, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white.

Just as I waited for him to kneel, he threw a sudden punch right at my face:

"Screw you! You think I'll kneel to you? In your dreams!"

Luckily, years of regular gym workouts gave me fast reflexes, and I dodged his fist by an inch.

Seeing Chase break his word and pull a cheap shot, an onlooker muttered:

"Makes a bet, loses, and then throws a tantrum. Typical spoiled trust-fund brat."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.

Hearing the mockery, Chase's face contorted with rage. He snarled at his lackeys:

"Are you blind?! Beat Sean into the ground!"

Eager to suck up to Chase, his goons lunged forward with swinging fists.

What they didn't expect was that while they only wanted a fistfight, I grabbed a wooden chair and swung it like a madman.

Crack!

One goon collapsed, screaming as blood gushed from his forehead. The rest instantly froze in terror.

Holding the chair in one hand, I walked toward Chase step by step, my eyes freezing cold:

"Come on! Keep coming!"

"Let's see if your skulls are harder than this chair! I promise you, even if I put all of you in wheelchairs today, I won't face a single consequence!"

Terrified by my ruthless aura, Chase took an involuntary step back, panic flickering in his eyes:

"Sean, what are you doing?! I'm warning you, don't you dare touch me!"

Chloe screamed and ducked behind Chase:

"Sean, Chase is way out of your league! Stop right now, and maybe Chase will spare your pathetic life!"

Seeing her still running her mouth, I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her right in front of the shattered gems:

"I remember you saying that if they were real, you'd pay me back every single dime."

"You heard Eric. Fifty million dollars. How are you paying?"

Hearing the staggering figure, Chloe trembled violently.

She looked pleadingly at Chase:

"Chase... you said you'd cover for me... it's fifty million..."

"Don't listen to his bullshit!" Chase interrupted frantically. "Even if these gems are real, how could a broke loser like him afford them?!"

"He must have stolen them! Call the police! Have the cops arrest this thief!"

Realizing Chase wouldn't back down until he hit rock bottom, I walked over, locked the classroom door, and dialed a number:

"Jenkins, withdraw fifty million dollars in cash and have it delivered to my school within thirty minutes."

Hearing my call, Chase burst into exaggerated laughter:

"Sean, you really can't stop acting, can you?! Do you honestly think you're the richest man in the country?!"

Even Leo tugged at my sleeve nervously:

"Sean, let it go... Chase probably won't dare cause trouble anymore. You don't have to keep pretending..."

I ignored the mocking sneers and whispers.

I stood by the locked door with the chair, barring anyone from leaving.

The real show was just getting started.

When the thirty-minute countdown hit zero, I swung the classroom door wide open.

The students waiting to laugh at me froze, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Right outside our building sat a massive, heavy-duty armored bank truck.