The Court of the Girl

Episode 14

Juliette and Jordan sat facing each other.

The girl put her chin in her hand, her arms were propped up on the table, and her eyes were fixed on the Jordan.

He already had no indifference like the one he showed at school, his cheeks flushed red, making him look more handsome than usual.

The two wore Hope School uniforms, resembling the perfect couple in a romance story in a school setting.

However, this scene pierced Martius, who was standing there silent, his face slowly becoming solemn.

Through the transparent glass window, he stared intently at the two individuals.

Martius' friends noticed his stalled steps and followed his gaze into the shop.

They see Juliette and Jordan as if they are dating, a sight that always triggers their suspicions about their secret relationship.

It was as if their doubts had been confirmed.

"I told you they were dating secretly, but you don't believe me. Now, can you see it? Spending time together quietly like this, what else if not dating? Given Juliette's status, she couldn't possibly be in a place like this for any other reason. He should have eaten at a fancy restaurant" exclaimed one of Martius' friends.

There was a dark expression of Martius in his eyes, and he slowly smiled forcefully, showing a hint of evil intent. "Let's go in. I happen to be hungry too. We can ask the chairperson of the dining treaty class. Jordan has become our slave, it makes no sense that he serves others."

Hearing this, Martius' friends laughed and spoke, "Haha, right! Come on in and see what really happened between them."

As they entered, Jordan watched them and put down his cutlery, looking towards Martius and his companions.

Martius slowly approached Juliette's side and sat down, putting his hands gently on her frail shoulders.

Juliette remained calm, neither resisting nor resisting. He sat in silence as Martius looked at him before turning to the Jordan. "What does our class leader do, treat Juliette to a meal? We're also classmates, why just buy Juliette herself?"

Jordan looked at Martius in a calm manner. "What do you mean?"

Martius arranged his position, taking a more serious stance, feigning innocence. "What can I do? I was just hungry and thought the class president could buy everyone a meal. If Juliette can be invited, should we also dong, class president?"

Just at that moment, a waiter approached with a menu and asked for their order. Martius casually picked up the menu and flipped through its pages. "We want to eat everything that's here."

The waiter was surprised, "Sorry, there are many dishes on the menu list. Can you eat it all? Is it not a problem?"

Martius crossed his arms behind his head, leaned slightly back, and crossed his legs as he smiled at Jordan. "It's okay, our class president who treated us today. Our class president is always generous."

Jordan sees Juliette, hoping for a reaction from the girl. She was unsure as to what she expected, perhaps so that Juliette could stand up and support her.

However, the girl's expression remained calm, serene, and cold as she came face to face with him, without showing any concern for the situation.

Jordan did not know how to respond to this situation, so he could only shut up, noticing Martius acting recklessly.

Martius ordered the food with plenty, and the waiter kept coming with the tray to serve it at the table.

In addition to the dishes, there is also a table full of fruit juices.

Martius took the cutlery and took the lead, inviting Jordan, "Chairman of the class, let's eat together, it's very inconvenient that the tract doesn't eat first. How can we enjoy food so well?"

Jordan's expression became ominous, he secretly touched the wallet in his pants pocket under the table.

Martius had always used ridiculous tactics like this to humiliate him in front of Juliette.

Although Martius' method looked ridiculous and evil, it was quite effective against someone as poor as Jordan.

Martius' friends cheerfully took their tableware and said, "Thank you for accepting us here, Classmaster. Let's start eating."

Under the table, Jordan clasped his hands into fists, veins visible behind his delicate hands. His eyes hid emotions that he was hard to endure.

The waiter approached them with a long piece of receipts, folded several times, then asked, "Who will pay, Sir?"

Martius raised his hand and pointed towards the Jordan, while saying indifferently, "This sir, our class leader."

The waiter spoke softly, "Alright, a total of nine hundred thousand rupiahs."

Martius laughed lightly and looked at Jordan, while Juliette calmly looked at him. Jordan felt his face flushed with shame, he did not have that much money.

Jordan was embarrassed and confused, and remained silent. The servant thought the Jordan did not understand and kindly reminded him, "For his bill of nine hundred thousand rupiah."

Martius smiled cynically, his lips curled full of excitement, while cheerfully looking at Jordan.

Seeing the expression that usually seemed indifferent and uncaring on Jordan's face turn to shame and despair, it only further added to Martius' joy.

This was how he wanted to humiliate the Jordan, cruelly crush his pride, and make sure he did not dare to approach Juliette.

Although she is Juliette's bodyguard and perhaps, out of compassion, Juliette is considering spending time with her, Jordan needs to be aware of her place, acknowledge her low status, and not cross her boundaries.

Martius also wanted to know Juliette's reaction, but he did not turn his head completely to look at her. He just glanced at her silently from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing the calm and indifferent expression shown by Juliette further satisfied her. By insulting Jordan like this without any reaction from Juliette, it proves that she means nothing to him, and perhaps he doesn't even consider her worthy of his attention.

However, this was not enough for Martius, he had not finished playing yet. He wanted to expose the pride of the arrogant Jordan in the stinging sun, reveal the delusions he had and force him to face reality.

After all, they are not the same.

Slowly, Martius grabbed his pocket and took out his wallet. In no hurry, he grabbed the pile of money and casually leaned his body to the side, throwing the money at the Jordanian's feet.

His tone was calm, but filled with demeaning and insulting attitudes. "Here, use it to pay the bill, class president. We are all kindhearted people, so how could we possibly let someone like you, who even struggles to make ends meet, pay for our food?"

Martius' friends also laughed with mockery. "Surely, some of this money doesn't mean anything to us, but it's definitely a big challenge for a class president like you to raise money. Accept with gratitude."

Jordan could not help but feel jealousy and shame in his eyes, this was the first time he had felt an insult sharper and crueler than physical abuse.

It felt like money was scattered at his feet, being trampled by Martius without concern.

The waiter stood to the side, confused as to what to do.

Jordan remained silent, his face expressionless. Only the profile of her tense face revealed her struggle.

After a while, he slowly bowed, intending to pick up the money on the floor. When her fingers were about to touch the money on the ground, Juliette raised her wrist to look at her watch and suddenly spoke, her voice clear and calm, "Jordan, the time is up, it's been an hour."

After ending his sentence, he turned to the side, opened his bag and took out a light pink leather wallet.

He lightly placed the money on the table, smiled at the waiter and softly said, "Please pay with this, there is no need to give change."

The waiter too, impatiently wanted to get out of the suffocating situation immediately, forced a smile and quickly took the money off the table before rushing off.

Juliette looked at the Jordan and said, "When we're up, I'll go first."

Finished speechless, he stood up, put on his backpack, pushed the chair slightly back, and walked out through the space between the two chairs.

Martius let out a cold snort, slowly stood up, and pushed the door to exit the small shop.

Jordan looked at the chaos on the table, as well as the money spread at his feet. He slowly leaned over, took the money off the floor and kept it in his own wallet, remaining silent and calm.

He told himself that the suffering of financial limitations was unnecessary. All he needed to do was wait until he was accepted into a prestigious university, then he could easily escape this state of poverty.

Everything is only temporary.