The evening sun cast a golden hue over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. Jackim walked through the campus grounds, his hands tucked into his pockets, his thoughts lost in the whirlwind of events that had transpired over the past few weeks. Despite his immense inheritance, he remained the same low-profile student, constantly mocked by those who judged him solely by appearance.
At the university, students were abuzz with excitement. A grand birthday party was being held for one of the most influential figures on campus, a billionaire's son, Leon Hartman. The event was set to take place at one of the most luxurious hotels in the city, a place where the elite gathered to showcase their wealth and status. Invitations had been sent to a select few, and as expected, Jackim was not among them.
"Are you coming to Leon's party tonight?" a girl asked her friend, flipping her long, wavy hair.
"Of course! Everyone who matters is going to be there. It's going to be the most extravagant event of the year," her friend responded with enthusiasm.
Jackim overheard their conversation but paid no attention. He had never been welcomed at such events. To them, he was a nobody, just another student struggling to make ends meet. They had no idea that he possessed wealth beyond their imagination.
As he walked toward his apartment, his phone vibrated. A message appeared from an unknown number:
"Task: Attend Leon Hartman's birthday party. Reward: $500,000. Failure: Severe penalty."
Jackim's eyes narrowed. The mysterious phone had once again issued a task. He clenched his jaw. There was no room for refusal.
He turned around and made his way to the elite hotel where the party was being held. Dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, he stepped into the grand hall. Lavish chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the guests were adorned in designer brands. His entrance immediately caught attention.
"What is he doing here?" one student sneered. "Did he come to beg for food?"
Laughter erupted from a group nearby. Jackim ignored them and walked toward the bar. He ordered a drink, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Leon, the host, stood at the center, surrounded by beautiful girls, their laughter ringing through the air. The scene was reminiscent of a king among his subjects.
"Jackim?" a familiar voice called.
He turned to see Sarah, his ex-girlfriend, looking at him in surprise. She wore an elegant red dress, her makeup flawless. Her arm was wrapped around the waist of a wealthy businessman.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with mockery. "Did you sneak in?"
Jackim met her gaze with indifference. "I go where I want."
Leon, noticing the interaction, smirked and raised his glass. "Well, well. The campus beggar decided to crash my party. How interesting."
More laughter followed, but Jackim remained unfazed. Instead, he took a sip of his drink and smirked. "A beggar? Let's see who the real beggar is."
At that moment, the doors swung open, and a group of men in black suits entered. The atmosphere shifted as the hotel manager rushed forward. "Mr. Jackson, we didn't expect you so soon! Your private suite has been prepared."
Gasps filled the room. Jackim's lips curled into a knowing smile. The night had just begun.