I Am the Ruler of All

"On it!" Kingsley smiled and stepped on the accelerator.

"Hey, they're leaving!" Catherine shouted and got in the car. "Quick! After them!"

Zeke revved his car up and followed behind Kingsley closely, but when he noticed the car Kingsley was driving, his heart skipped a beat. "That looks like a Phaeton."

"What's that?" She scoffed. "I bet your car costs more than his piece of junk."

Zeke gulped. "His piece of junk is four times more expensive than my car."

"Y-You've got to be kidding me," she stammered in shock. "That's Volkswagen's logo. That's a cab driver! There's no way they cost that much!"

You f*cking dumb b*tch! He slowed down a little and said, "Um, he doesn't come from a super powerful family, does he?"

"Relax. Courtney's a regular girl. Her family only gives her about a hundred and fifty a month. She buys all her stuff from discount stores," Catherine sneered. "No way a pauper like her is dating a rich boyfriend. And if he's really rich, there's no way he wouldn't give Courtney any money. I bet this car is a rental. That loser is trying to look good in front of Courtney, and he's probably not her real brother. There's no way their parents would let them date if they're real siblings."

Zeke nodded in agreement. "You're right. That loser's wearing nothing but cheap stuff. It's impossible that he can afford a Phaeton. That car must be a rental!" Zeke felt relieved, and he stepped on the gas again.

Kingsley looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled. "Your roomie's tailing us, Courtney."

"She has a few screws loose in her head." Courtney turned around. "Just let her do what she wants. Ignore her." She turned back around and smiled at Kingsley. "And what about you, Kingsley? You made it in life. A Phaeton, huh? I bet you're rich now."

"Not exactly. I'm not as rich as you think I am." She's trying to wheedle my past out from me. Hence, he changed the subject. "So where are we going?"

"Tellavie Plaza, the biggest mall in Diosna." Courtney said, "I'll get you better clothes this time, and you need some accessories. Belts and watches, for instance."

Kingsley was about to decline, but Courtney continued, "Clothes make the man. You're a military guy, so you don't know much about stuff like this. You need to invest in a few high quality items. Zeke insulted you just because you're wearing cheap clothes."

His jaw dropped. He could not believe what he was hearing. "H-How did you know I was in the military? Did Reene tell you?"