Chapter 171 - 170: Elara
"You think you’re hot stuff because you can afford a few burgers?" Brent said, stepping closer now. "Don’t think people don’t know the truth. You’re just a poor hobo playing rich. Keep pretending. We’ll see how long it lasts."
Rex’s smile didn’t fade—but it did shift. It sharpened. Edged with a chill that made the air around him subtly drop a few degrees. The kind of smile that didn’t scream anger, but promised quiet, surgical payback.
"Oh?" Rex tilted his head, voice still casual, but that glint in his eyes said: I’m choosing violence today... softly.
"So you’ve been thinking about me that much? Cute. Want me to buy you lunch too so you can tell me more?"
Behind Rex, Adrian coughed lightly, trying not to laugh. Daisy blinked in mild surprise, and even Elara—who rarely got involved—looked like she was holding back a grin.
Brent flared like someone had lit his Gucci socks on fire.
"You—!"
But before Brent could finish his villain monologue, Martha the cafeteria drill sergeant banged a tray of cheeseburgers down on the counter.
"Hey, drama queens," she barked. "If you’re not gonna eat, get out. My shift ends in twenty minutes, and I’m not staying overtime to watch your teenage soap opera."
Everyone froze. Brent scoffed again, gave Rex one last glare like he was storing it for future grudge energy, snorted and turned with a flip of his hair. "Enjoy your peasant feast. I’ll be at Le Bistro."