Miles looked proud and arrogant as he stood behind Declan. “This meal costs about thirty million. It’s not that much for Declan,” he boasted.

What a total ass-kisser.

The rest nodded in agreement. Declan adored being praised, but he was bitter inside. Twenty-something million gone in an instant. Furthermore, he could not ask for more money for the next six months. At least, he would score the position of class monitor tomorrow.

Everyone left in their own cars, yet no one was willing to give