chapter 159 let's go for lunch

With the deal sealed and the contract signed, the tension in the air finally faded. Mark leaned back in his chair, still processing the fact that he had just saved 13 million credits, while Brainless Girl sat with her usual smug satisfaction, basking in her victory.

Meanwhile, Mist Low had been patiently, or at least as patiently as he was capable of, waiting for their endless banter to wrap up. But the moment Mark finally stopped talking… he saw his chance.

Mist Low clapped his hands together loudly, breaking the silence with a dramatic flourish.

"Alright, alright, enough of this sentimental nonsense!" he declared, stretching his arms. His eyes scanned the room as if he were making a grand announcement to an audience of thousands.

Mark raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

Mist Low inhaled deeply, as if preparing for something of utmost importance, then placed a hand on his chest.

"I am hungry."

Brainless Girl blinked at him. "Okay?"

Mist Low narrowed his eyes at her lack of urgency. "Not just okay. It's a crisis." He straightened up. "Do you have any idea how much brainpower I burned just watching you work your magic, Brainless Girl? I require sustenance, and I require it now!"

Mark sighed, rubbing his temples. "Mist, you were literally eating melon this entire time."

Mist Low scoffed. "That was a mere appetizer, a snack, a fleeting whisper of nourishment." He stood up dramatically, pointing toward the door as if leading a revolutionary charge. "I require a true feast. A grand meal. A legendary banquet worthy of our victory."

Brainless Girl smirked. "Or, y'know, just a burger."

Mist Low gasped, placing a hand over his heart. "How dare you suggest something so basic after we just saved thirteen million credits?!" His eyes gleamed with an exaggerated intensity. "We should be celebrating with the finest cuisine available."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Just say where you want to eat."

Mist Low grinned mischievously. "There's this all-you-can-eat buffet I've been dying to try."

Brainless Girl narrowed her eyes. "And let me guess—you want Mark to pay?"

Mist Low put a hand on his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Hmm… an excellent question. Allow me to consider—"

Mark crossed his arms, already knowing where this was going.

Mist Low coughed. "Yes, Mark should pay."

Mark sighed, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Figures."

Brainless Girl stretched lazily. "Took you long enough to accept your fate."

Mist Low pumped his fist. "Yes! To food!"

As they left the estate, Mist Low dramatically threw an arm around Mark's shoulders.

"My dear, dear friend," he said solemnly. "Today, you are not just a businessman. You are a sponsor of happiness, a patron of the fine arts of cuisine, a beacon of generosity in this cruel world."

Mark shoved him off. "Just shut up and get in the car."

Brainless Girl laughed. "You're lucky he's paying. Otherwise, I'd be charging you entertainment fees for listening to your nonsense."

Mist Low gasped. "How rude!"

But as the trio drove off toward the restaurant, even Mark had to admit—this ridiculous group wouldn't be the same without Mist Low's chaos.

The car cruised down the street, heading toward the buffet Mist Low had insisted on. Mark leaned back in his seat, staring at his phone. A part of him had thought about keeping this celebration small—just him, Brainless Girl, and Mist Low. After all, the deal was done, and all he wanted was to eat in peace.

But that was wishful thinking.

Between Mist Low's over-the-top celebration and Brainless Girl's amused smirks, Mark knew that peace was not on today's menu.

So, he did the next best thing.

He opened the group chat, sighed heavily, and typed out a message.

Mark: Buffet. My treat. Get here in 20 minutes.

The chat exploded immediately.

Daniel: WAIT, WHAT?!

Ana: FREE FOOD? SAY LESS.

Liz: This feels like a trap. But I'm intrigued.

Mark let out a small chuckle. That was fast.

Brainless Girl, who had been shamelessly peering over his shoulder, smirked. "Took you long enough to invite them."

Mist Low, still lounging dramatically in the seat next to him, nodded sagely. "Yes, yes. You must share your generosity with the rest of your loyal subjects."

Mark shot him a look. "Loyal subjects?"

Mist Low placed a hand on his chest, feigning deep emotion. "We humble peasants rely on the generosity of our great benefactor."

Brainless Girl snorted. "He's just buttering you up so you don't cancel the invite."

Mark rolled his eyes, just as his phone buzzed again.

Daniel: Is Mist Low coming?

Mark didn't even hesitate before typing.

Mark: Yeah.

A long pause.

Daniel: …I see. I'll bring extra patience.

Mark chuckled. Daniel and Mist Low had a complicated relationship. It wasn't that they outright hated each other—it was just that Mist Low enjoyed pushing Daniel's buttons, and Daniel had a very limited tolerance for nonsense.

And Mist Low?

Mist Low lived for nonsense.

More messages popped up.

Ana: Oooooh, I smell chaos. I'm in.

Liz: Fine. But if this buffet sucks, I'm making you pay for something better.

Mark exhaled slowly. "Why am I surrounded by these people?"

Brainless Girl smirked. "Because we make your life more entertaining."

Mist Low leaned forward. "More colorful, I'd say. Without us, you'd just be a boring rich guy who buys overpriced mansions."

Mark gave him a flat look. "I just saved thirteen million credits."

Mist Low waved him off. "Yes, yes, you haggled, very impressive. But now, it's time for something far more important." He straightened up dramatically. "Eating until we can't walk."

Brainless Girl stretched lazily. "I'm just here to watch Daniel and Mist Low verbally destroy each other over dessert."

Mark sighed, already preparing himself for the disaster that was about to unfold.

This wasn't just going to be lunch.

This was going to be chaos.

Note : ana liz and daniel don't know Mark brought house I mean mansion lol let's see their reactions are you waiting.???