Chapter 170
“Can you buy us some too p>
“No way. Should’ve been in our class p>
Their sense of superiority instantly skyrocketed.
In reality, most of them were wealthy kids who couldn’t care less about a five-dollar meal. They were just in it for the hype, the vibrant atmosphere, and the envious glares of their peers.
Mara shot a venomous glare at the laughing, joking students. She deliberately ordered a massive basket of fried chicken and an expensive gourmet dessert, sitting alone in a highly conspicuous spot.
A nearby student noticed and found it odd.
“Aren’t you in that class?
They’re all sitting over there. I heard your class president bought everyone lunch today. Why are you sitting here alone p>
“Who cares about her cheap handouts p>
Another student couldn’t tolerate her attitude. “What is your problem?
She’s doing something nice for your class. If you don’t appreciate it, fine, but why do you sound so bitter about it?
I wish we had a class president like that—she’s a pop star, a straight-A student, and treats everyone well p>
The student’s friend quickly nudged her. “That’s Mara. You didn’t know? She’s the one who p>
Immediately, the group huddled together, whispering furiously, occasionally stealing sideways glances at Mara.
Snippets of their gossip drifted into her ears, kindly refreshing her memory of all the scandalous events she desperately wanted to forget.
Instantly, Mara lost her appetite. The expensive meal tasted like ash in her mouth.
She gritted her teeth and glared at the gossiping students. What a bunch of unreasonable idiots.
She managed a few bites before standing up and storming off.
Liora glanced at Mara’s angry, retreating back and remarked to Mira’s group, “Look at her. Completely humiliated p>
Celine looked toward the door and told the group, “Don’t even look at her. It’ll just ruin the vibe p>
Because Mara had missed a month of coursework, the Mercer family threw money at various substitute teachers to give her private tutoring sessions.
They even had Norman instruct the cafeteria to prepare a specialized, high-nutrition meal for her after school.
As long as the price was right, the cafeteria chefs were more than happy to oblige.
Now, every day after school, Mara would eat her custom meal in the cafeteria before heading to her tutoring sessions, pushing her departure back by over two hours.
It wasn’t until nearly seven o’clock that an exhausted Mara stumbled out of the school gates. She glanced around and immediately spotted”. Norman’s highly conspicuous luxury car, which instantly restored a fraction of her crushed ego.
At this hour, there was still a handful of students trickling out of the school.
With exams looming, many preferred to stay on campus to squeeze in extra study time before heading home.
Mara was just about to get in when a spectacular, utterly unique car rolled up across
the street, stopping both her and Norman in their tracks.
Its aggressive lines and sleek,
sky-blue body flowed like a crashing
wave was a solute
masterpiece of power and beauty, predatory and striking as a black panther ready to pounce.
Even coming from an ultra-wealthy family and being accustomed to luxury vehicles,
the sheer visual impact of this machine instantly captivated them.
Mara estimated the car easily cost millions of dollars. She snapped a picture with
her phone, resolving to make her father buy her one exactly like it when she turned eighteen.
After staring in awe for a moment, the two prepared to get into their own car, only to notice the hypercar pull up at the entrance of the residential complex across street. Two people stepped out.
Why did that silhouette look so familiar?
“Mira! Why is she getting out of that car p>