My great-grandfather was the rich kid!

Clearly, this type of woman is exactly what many jerks go for—simple-minded and all about appearances, always caring about the brand more than the car itself.

A Nissan GTR, but it always gets laughed at by the girls who think it's no Porsche Macan.

"Haha, look, this might be the least fancy one I have, but it's a Mercedes E-Class, way better than your Mustang!" Gibson said with a resigned smile.

But the girl with the ponytail, arms crossed, laughed, "Just an old Mercedes! What's so great about an E-Class? It's just a car worth a few thousand, can't compare to a Mustang! You're not some rich kid, are you?"

"No, I'm not!"

"See, I told you he isn't some rich kid, Gabrielle. If you don't have a boyfriend, just say so. Why put on a show?"

"My great-grandfather was the rich kid!"

Pfft—! The girl next to them suddenly sprayed water out of her mouth because of what he said.

"Hmph! Since you're her boyfriend, there's a class gathering next week. You should come too! We can get to know each other better." She said it half-jokingly, half-seriously with a snort.

Gabrielle almost wanted to sink into the ground from embarrassment. She'd made up a story about having a boyfriend, and now everyone was taking Gibson as the real deal!

If they ever found out Gibson was just a regular security guard at Wind Group and had just been released from jail, Gabrielle would definitely be the joke of the whole school.

"He, he's usually really busy! Maybe... maybe..." Gabrielle was still hesitating, but Gibson confidently accepted the invitation: "No problem, see you there!"

"Alright, see you then!" The ponytail girl smirked, looking like she had planned this all along.

After saying that, she turned and walked deeper into the school.

"Great, just great! You had to say yes, didn't you? I don't want to make a fool of myself with you!" Gabrielle said anxiously, pouting.

Gibson crossed his arms and teased her with a wicked grin, "What's the secret, huh? You don't like guys or something?"

"Stop it!" Gabrielle rolled her eyes at him, looking exasperated. "I might have exaggerated a bit to them. I told them my boyfriend graduated from a fancy international university, speaks sixteen languages, and his family owns a ton of luxury cars and massive wealth. You showing up will blow my cover completely!"

"That would definitely give us away!" Gibson nodded in agreement.

"It's all your fault for agreeing so quickly. They just want to see me embarrassed, and you're playing right into their hands!"

"You forgot to mention one thing—you didn't say there would be loads of beautiful women there!" Gibson kept teasing her.

Gabrielle had nothing to say to that; she just huffed and slammed the car door, heading back towards the school.

All the way, she was probably thinking about how to handle the upcoming class reunion. Although she might bluff her way through some claims, boasting about speaking sixteen languages was a bit too much. Even with a crash course, mastering that many languages in a week is nearly impossible. And with many of her classmates studying languages, she was really set for a major embarrassment!

Gibson had just settled into his car, ready to head back to his job at Wind Group, when he noticed a cellphone on the passenger seat. Wasn't this Gabrielle's phone?

"Man, this girl is so scatterbrained! In an age where everyone's glued to their phones, how can she just leave it in the car?" He shook his head with a chuckle, started the car, and drove straight back to the school.

The school's security guard saw the Mercedes E-Class and waved him through without a question. After all, to most people, Mercedes, BMW, Audi – these brands are top-tier. A Mustang might get stopped, but not these. Wealthy folks don't usually go for Mustangs.

Once at the school, Gibson parked the car and started looking around for Gabrielle. Starfall City University wasn't just teeming with beauties; it was also huge and easy to get lost in.

Maybe it was all the water he drank earlier, but Gibson really needed to find a bathroom now. He spotted a public restroom under the staff dormitory building and headed straight for it without a second thought.

But just as he approached, he heard shouting coming from inside.

"Damn it, can't you understand simple speech?!"

"I said give me the money! Pay up!"

"I'm warning you, from now on you call me 'sir' when you see me, got it?! And stay away from Ava, you think you're worthy of her?!"

Gibson whistled lightly as he strolled into the bathroom. As he entered, everyone's eyes landed on him, probably mistaking him for a student at the school.

An annoyed blond guy pointed at him and snapped, "Stop gawking and hurry up with your business!"

Gibson coolly replied, "Dude, chill out a bit. Young guys should be a little more chilled."

"What? If young people aren't hot-headed, are they even young?" the guy retorted.

In the back of the restroom, a group of about seven or eight were beating up a guy who was down on the floor like a "dead dog."

Gibson glanced over, didn't say much, but coldly told the guy on the floor, "Don't expect anyone to save you. Sometimes, men need to be tough on themselves. If you're not tough, you won't keep your standing. No wonder you get bullied if all you do is take it."

It's a harsh truth of life: the weaker you are, the more you get bullied!

The blond guy pointed at Gibson again and yelled, "I told you to get out, you hear me?! Think I won't take you down too?!"

Smack! Gibson slapped him back, kicked him, and sent him flying into a urinal.

"See? Just a bunch of paper tigers!" Gibson scoffed, spreading his hands, "Teach a lesson, and they learn quick. You want short-term pain or a lifetime of it?"

Before the others could react, the guy on the floor suddenly jumped up and bit the ear of the guy who seemed to be the leader.

"Ah—my ear!" the leader screamed.

"Damn it, what are you waiting for, hit him!" But no matter how they fought back, the guy on the floor clung on.

"Bro, bro! I'm sorry, I won't dare again, my ear's coming off!" the leader begged.

Finally, the young guy let go and roared at everyone, "Get out—!" His fierce look scared everyone into running away.

Once the crowd dispersed, Gibson burst out laughing, "How does it feel to use your power to drive them off?"

"Thanks!" the young guy said gratefully.

"No need to thank me. It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him one. Take care, and look after yourself from now on!" Gibson waved, ready to leave.

Suddenly, the young guy knelt down, "Can I... can I hang with you?"

Gibson turned back, smiled, and shook his head, "You? Better stick to your studies. I was pretty good at school back in the day. I don't mix with those who aren't sharp." With a light laugh, he walked away.