The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 24 Foolish Plotters

Addy turned to look at Horace and asked earnestly, "Horace, what do you think about Kole's apology?

Can you accept it? If you don't like his apology, you can name anything you would like him to do as a

punishment. Do you want him to write a self-criticism letter?"

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, Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"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.