Part 3Delulu Roommate Goes Rogue

The moment my classmates got their hands on the bags, they were floored.

Someone even muttered under their breath, "There's no way Elmer could afford something this expensive, let alone buy one for every single person in the room. Are these even real?"

Elmer lifted his chin, practically preening.

"Go ahead and check with the boutique yourselves. I can tell you with total confidence—every one of these is one hundred percent authentic. Not a single fake in the bunch."

The classroom erupted into chatter.

Nobody could wrap their head around it. This was the same Elmer who, not long ago, had been so broke he picked food out of trash cans. Now here he was, suddenly rolling in money.

Someone finally worked up the nerve to ask, "Elmer, where'd all this cash come from? Did you win the lottery or something?"

Elmer looked like he'd been waiting for exactly that question. His face split into a grin.

"Better than winning the lottery. I only just found out a few days ago—turns out I'm the long-lost son of a billionaire. He tracked me down, and now my whole family dotes on me."

"My dad even gave me a black card with no spending limit. I can use it for anything I want."

"These bags I got you? Back at my dad's place, even the maids wouldn't be caught dead using something this cheap. So go ahead, take them."

The second he finished, the whole room burst into cheers.

"Long live the young master!"

I stood off to the side, more than a little confused.

A billionaire's long-lost child, found at last?

Was this really happening?

While I was still puzzling it over, my father sent me a message.

"Julian, I just got a notification here—forty-three separate handbag purchases. Is something going on with you lately?"

I froze. "What handbags? I haven't bought anything."

Then it hit me, watching my classmates fawn over their new bags with such delight.

I had my father pull up the black card's transaction history and went through it line by line. Just as I'd suspected.

The billionaire father, the long-lost son, the young master routine—every bit of it was fake.

He'd been running up charges on the black card my father had given me. I never used it much, so it had just been sitting untouched—until Elmer got his hands on it and started playing dress-up.

Not only that, once I checked further, it turned out he'd already been spending off that card for a while. Seeing that I hadn't caught on, he'd only gotten bolder and more shameless.

I gave my father the full rundown of what had happened, then said, "Just transfer the card into his name."

"He likes spending so much? Fine, let him foot the bill himself. I'd love to see how he plans to pay it all back after blowing through it like this."

Led by Elmer, my classmates started freezing me out—treating me like I didn't exist, spreading nasty rumors about me behind my back. Whenever they planned a group outing, nobody bothered to tell me, and honestly, I couldn't be bothered to go anyway.

I watched Elmer swipe that card like it was nothing—renting yachts, taking everyone to the beach, checking them all into five-star hotels.

I just smiled and said nothing.

'Spend it while you can. Wait until the bill comes due—then we'll see how well that feels.'

I didn't get involved in any of it. Instead, I went straight to the school administrator and had my sponsorship of Elmer officially terminated.

When she asked why, I told her the truth.

"He's got money now, so he doesn't need me anymore. He says my support was just a way of humiliating him, so I've decided to stop humiliating him."

She sat in silence for a long moment. "You supported him for three years, and this is how he repays you? That's beyond unreasonable."

Even an outsider could see it plainly. He was the only one who couldn't.

There's an old saying: give someone an inch of rice and they're grateful, give them a bushel and they'll resent you for not giving more. People are never satisfied, it seems.

When Elmer found out I'd pulled my support, he didn't feel a shred of shame. Instead, he showed up at my door, furious.

"See? I knew it! You only sponsored me so you could humiliate me!

"The second I stopped doing things your way, you yanked the funding!

"Lucky for me I've got money now. Otherwise, you would've actually ruined my life!"