Chapter 49: The Entrance That Shook Everyone
Jackim scrolled through his phone, looking at the high-end car dealerships in the city. There were so many choices—Ferrari, Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce, and even Aston Martin. Each one screamed wealth, power, and dominance.
His eyes landed on a particular model.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Elegant. Timeless. Dominating.
A car that didn't just say "rich"—it whispered untouchable.
Without hesitation, he dialed the number of the dealership.
"Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you today?" a polite voice answered.
"I'd like to purchase a Rolls-Royce Phantom. The black badge edition," Jackim said smoothly.
The line was silent for a second before the salesman asked, "Would you like to visit our showroom to select customizations?"
"No need," Jackim replied. "I want it delivered today. Cash payment."
Another brief silence. Then—
"Understood, sir. Please provide your location."
Jackim sent his address and hung up.
Within the next few hours, he would be the owner of one of the most luxurious cars in the city.
The thought sent a thrill through his veins.
It wasn't just about the car—it was about what came next.
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A Few Hours Later
Jackim stood outside his dormitory building, waiting.
It was almost evening, and students were walking around, laughing, chatting, preparing for the big nightclub event.
His phone buzzed.
"Sir, your vehicle has arrived."
Jackim turned his head—and there it was.
A jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantom rolled onto campus grounds, its presence demanding attention.
The engine purred like a beast restrained, its polished exterior reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun.
Gasps rippled through the students.
"Holy sh*t! Is that a Rolls-Royce?"
"No way—who the hell is driving that?"
"This is a billionaire's car! Why is it here?"
Even Brian, who had been standing with his rich friends, snapped his head toward the entrance. His smug expression vanished.
Jackim smirked.
The driver stepped out in a sleek uniform, holding the keys out with a polite bow.
"Your vehicle, sir."
Jackim casually took the keys, his fingers brushing against the smooth leather.
The silence around him was thick with shock.
He opened the door and stepped inside.
The interior was pure luxury. Hand-stitched leather, custom-designed features, a fragrance that smelled of wealth. The starry ceiling lights twinkled above him.
With a smooth press of a button, the car roared to life.
Jackim slowly drove through the campus, his movements unhurried—intentional.
He let them see.
Let them feel the reality sink in.
Jackim Jackson, the "poor loser," was no longer someone they could mock.
As he passed by, he caught sight of Brian.
The guy's face was frozen in a mix of disbelief and fury.
Jackim smirked.
Game on.
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Jackim stepped out of his Rolls-Royce in front of Crystal Luxe, the city's most exclusive nightclub.
It was a place for the elite. The rich, the famous, the powerful.
Tonight, Jackim was going to show them exactly where he belonged.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he adjusted the cuffs of his luxury watch—the same one he had received from the mysterious phone.
Heads turned as he walked toward the entrance.
"Who is that?"
"Is he a celebrity?"
"Damn… he looks expensive."
Jackim ignored the murmurs and approached the bouncer.
The man, built like a tank, glanced at him.
"Name?"
Jackim reached into his pocket and pulled out a card—the VIP membership he had just received for completing the task.
The bouncer's expression changed instantly.
"Sir, my apologies," he said, stepping aside. "Welcome to Crystal Luxe."
Jackim stepped inside.
The club was a paradise of neon lights, expensive liquor, and breathtaking women dressed in elegant designer outfits.
The music pulsed through the air, a steady rhythm of bass and seduction.
And then—
He spotted her.
Vanessa.
His ex-girlfriend.
The girl who had left him for being "too poor."
She was seated at an exclusive booth with Brian and a group of their wealthy friends. She wore an elegant red dress, her makeup flawless, her laughter light and flirtatious.
Jackim's gaze darkened.
She didn't deserve a second thought.
But then—Vanessa's eyes flickered toward him.
And she froze.
Her lips parted slightly, shock flashing across her face as she took in his appearance.
The suit.
The confidence.
The aura of pure dominance.
Jackim smirked slightly and walked past, leaving her speechless.
Tonight, she would learn what it meant to regret.
He headed toward the VIP bar, ordering a drink.
Just as he took a sip, a beautiful woman approached.
Long silky hair. Deep, piercing eyes. An outfit that accentuated every curve perfectly.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice smooth like velvet.
Jackim glanced at her and smirked. "Be my guest."
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Meanwhile…
At the VIP booth, Brian was fuming.
"Who the f**k does he think he is?" he spat, slamming his glass down.
Vanessa, however, was too distracted to answer.
Her eyes were glued to Jackim.
She had dumped him thinking he would always be a nobody.
But now…
He was everything she wanted.
And she had lost him.
Forever.
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