CHAPTER 5

[Resentment meter is currently at : +100]

Alan rolled his eyes subconsciously - There goes his chance to have a lovely, carefree day. His thin brows knitted with upmost displeasure, here he was stuck with an over pampered young master. A flimsy feud over an overpriced two piece clothing...... How else could his day go wrong?!.

The saleslady stepped aside, keeping a small, yet safe distance away from the mannequin. Her buried head mirrored her fear, almost as if she was desperately trying to make her presence as small as possible. No one has ever provoked this young master and seen a good ending.

She bit her trembling lips, her lashes fluttering with regret ; there goes her chance of having a huge tip. Strands of hair fell down her face, the pinching feeling of being deprived such an enticing bonus, almost moved her to tears.

"Excuse me", Alan stepped forward, his left hand raised in a carelessly, relaxed manner. His cool, confidently firm voice attracted not only Dylan's irritated gaze but also the curious stares of other bystanders in the store.

"I believe that this store clearly has a policy that says: First come, First served"

Dylan scoffed, his eyes firmly scrutinizing Alan's figure as if weighing his worth. "That rule only applies to paupers like you. I...on the other hand, i'm in a much higher league than you low lives. I don't have to wait for turns before i get what i want."

Alan eyelids twitched. This young master definitely had a venomously vile tongue, each words of his were filled with toxins and were highly corrosive. Not to talk of the way he looked down on the poor and middle classes, if words could kill - he'd definitely be rotting away below by now.

"You seem new around here, probably a nouveau riche. I'll only let you off this time only because i'm feeling generous enough". Dylan smirked disdainfully, his tone dripping with sheer mockery. He held out a gold membership card directly before Alan's face for everyone to see.

"Young master Chu is very generous as always. Granting such grace to such a country bumpkin even when he isn't worthy of it."

" Truly!! . He's lucky young master Chu is in a good mood for charity and is willing to save this church rat from certain humiliation."

Alan watched the crowd of sycophants kiss up to the young master, a soft, sarcastic laugh escaping his lips. His eyes fanned with amusement as he watched Dylan bask in their empty praises.

He found a trace of his past self lingering in Dylan, the intoxicating feeling of being loved and above the world - untouchable. Being held in such high regards by people and then being tossed aside like thrash once you're considered worthless.

He patted an imaginary dust off his shirt, a calm smile settling on his face. "Thanks for your selfless act of grace, but i think i would do fine without it." Alan fearlessly pushed Dylan's hand away, causing loud gasps to ripple through the crowd.

"Did he just outrightly refuse Young master Chu's olive branch?.”

" He definitely has guts, I'll give him that. No one has ever defied Master Dylan and gotten away unscathed."

" Such an act of rash foolishness. Refusing a certain chance to make peace, he's clearly digging his grave!!."

"Have this cloth and the rest wrapped up for me." Alan turned to the timid saleslady, handing her a black card pressed between his fingertips.

Dylan stared,his eyes lingering on Alan's frame with a hint of incredulity - how dare he?!. He lowered his voice, contempt dripping with each word, "I see that you don't appreciate my kind gesture....still daring to take what's mine. Can you even afford it?"

" Yeah,just a nouveau riche...can he even afford such expensive clothes?. I think he's just trying to show off."

" That black card of his must be a fake, he can't really pay such hefty amount. Just too prideful.... If he kneels and begs the fourth master, probably he'd be forgiven for such blatant acts."

Alan lowered his eyelids lazily, feeling his ears itch from having to listen to everyone's snide remarks. "Why certainly, i can", he nodded, his tone exuding a hint of nonchalance.

Just at that moment, a loud ping filled everyone's ears, accompanied by a mechanic female's voice. [ Your transaction is successful!. Printing the receipts.]

The hall quietened, each staring at Alan in silence. That proof of payment was like a sharp slap to their faces, no one dared to speak back anymore.

Dylan stood back in awe, his eyes widening in surprise - wasn't he just a nouveau riche?. How could he afford to pay for such clothes.....these could easily cost him an arm and a leg. He snapped, turning towards Alan, absolutely unwilling to accept defeat. "So what if you paid for the clothes,you aren't leaving here with them anyways."

He glanced over his shoulders, signalling for his men to make a move. Alan stood by, watching the black clad men close in on him. "I only paid for the clothes, i never said I'd be taking them", he shrugged, lifting the corners of his lips in a smug smile.

"What?!", Dylan eyes twitched with disbelief. This man was truly unpredictable, why pay if you aren't going to take the clothes. Was something wrong with his thinking pattern....or was there a loose nut in his brain.

Dylan folded his arms - it had to be the latter!. No man with rational thoughts would act this way.

"Have the clothes wrapped up for the fourth master.....he seems to be in desperate need of it than i do", he flashed Dylan a quick smile, picking up his shopping bags while walking away without a second thought.

Dylan stared at Alan's receding back with shock - Did he just gift him the clothes?. Why do that?!.

The crowd gathered, their suggestive voices clouding Dylan's thoughts. "Wow,did you see what he just did?!. He payed for the clothes,then handed them over to the young master..... doesn't that mean that those clothes don't matter to him anyways?"

"I've never seen a more passive way of showing off wealth. That young man is truly setting the bars, showing off his wealth.... without really showing off his wealth. I'm impressed!"

Dylan stood there,his fists tightly clenched, hanging from his sides. So that was it.....he gave those clothes as an act of mockery. That bastard was literally making fun of him. He blinked his reddened eyes, anger simmering in his heart - no one has ever dared to make a caricature of him.

Absolutely no one!.

He tossed the clothes into a trash bin, his jaws clenched tightly.