Chapter 100: Seraphina Marcella

He stood frozen, petrified.

Not just from shock—but from fear.

His mouth opened. No words came out. Just a quiet, broken whisper. "Impossible..."

He may have been arrogant, even reckless, but he wasn't a fool. Moments ago, he had mocked Rex—mocked his youth, his casual clothing, his presence in a store like this. But now, watching him casually buy the full collection that he himself had been too afraid to even browse, reality hit like a punch to the gut.

He'd talked big earlier, but in truth, he'd picked the cheapest basics after peeking at the price tags. And the boy he mocked? He'd just bought the entire damn collection.

Cold sweat trickled down his neck.

His legs buckled.

With a dull plop,

He collapsed to the floor, stunned, his face pale as chalk, cold sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes wide with disbelief and dawning regret.

Because he finally understood.