Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire-Chapter 20: A Real Tycoon!

Stan rolled his eyes at the sheer creative effort Kyle was putting into building this entire fantasy in his head.

"I haven’t said a single word," Stan said dryly. "How exactly would you know what I can or can’t afford?"

Something in his tone made Kyle’s smirk falter for a half-second. Stan wasn’t backing down. He wasn’t playing the embarrassed card. He was just standing there, looking faintly bored.

Kyle recovered quickly.

"Oh, is that so? Then go on. Buy something." He swept an arm grandly across the showroom, voice rising loud enough to carry. "Any piece in here. Pick one. We’ll all wait."

This was exactly what Kyle had been hoping for. Now Stan would have to either back down in front of everyone or pretend to make a purchase, fumble at the register, and humiliate himself even more publicly than before.

A young saleswoman in a sleek black blazer drifted over with a polite smile.

"Sir, is there anything in particular you’d like to try on?"

"Not really," Stan said. "Just show me whatever’s most expensive."

The saleswoman blinked, recovered smoothly, and gestured toward a tailored black men’s suit displayed prominently on a polished wooden mannequin near the back wall.

"Of course. This piece is currently our most expensive men’s suit in the store. It’s listed at seventy thousand dollars."

"Ring it up."

Stan slid his card across the counter without a flicker of hesitation.

"...Hm?"

Kyle’s brain stalled out completely. ’Wait. What?’

This wasn’t how the script was supposed to go. According to the script, Stan was supposed to be standing there flustered, making excuses, slowly backing toward the door while everyone in the store laughed. He was supposed to be embarrassed. He was supposed to be broken. Where was the embarrassment? Where was the broken?

’Seventy thousand dollars? Where the hell did he get seventy thousand dollars?’

The card reader chimed pleasantly. The saleswoman folded the suit into a glossy black garment bag with practiced precision and handed it across the counter with a small, professional smile.

Kyle stared at the transaction screen as if it had personally insulted him.

"That, that actually went through?" he asked the saleswoman, his voice cracking slightly. "There’s actually money on that card?"

The saleswoman gave him the slow, patient look reserved for very stupid customers.

"Of course there’s money on the card, sir. Why else would the gentleman swipe it?"

Her tone was perfectly modest. The expression behind her eyes was less so, but Kyle was too rattled to notice the subtle sarcasm she’d buried in the politeness.

His face darkened. He’d come into this store expecting a clean, public humiliation, and instead Stan had just casually dropped seventy grand on a suit without so much as raising an eyebrow.

’Fine. Whatever.’ Kyle scrambled to recover his footing internally. ’Seventy thousand probably represents every single dollar to that kid’s name. He just blew his entire net worth on a suit to save face. Pathetic.’

The thought was reassuring enough that Kyle actually believed it.

"Tch. Seventy thousand." He let out a contemptuous little snort. "What’s there to brag about? My watch costs more than fifteen of those suits put together."

Stan paid him exactly zero attention. He stepped into the changing room, emerged a few minutes later in the new suit, the cut sharp, the fit immaculate, and walked out looking like a completely different man.

Maya glanced over as he stepped back into view, and her gaze lingered.

She didn’t bother shopping for herself. The avalanche of Gucci pieces Stan had bought out for her on a previous visit was still hanging untouched in her closet at home. Even if she swapped outfits every single day, she wouldn’t run through them all in half a year.

Xenia, meanwhile, had completely tuned the Kyle drama out. She pulled out her phone and started typing a message to Master Streak, the mysterious super-tycoon who’d been quietly haunting her thoughts ever since the night he’d dropped twenty million dollars in her livestream room.

She tapped send.

<Ding~ Ding!>

Stan’s phone chimed in the same instant, the small melodic notification sound carrying clearly across the polished marble of the showroom.

He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A new message, from Xenia.

Across the store, Xenia’s eyes narrowed slightly.

’That... was a coincidence. Right?’

She’d literally just hit send on a message to the most elusive whale on TikTuk Live, and at that exact moment, the bicycle boy in the corner had received a notification on his phone.

A flutter of disbelief ran through her chest. ’No. There’s no way. It has to be a coincidence.’

She tapped out another quick message, just a single smiley face, and hit send again, watching Stan out of the corner of her eye.

<Ding~ Ding!>

His phone chimed a second time. Less than two seconds after she’d sent it.

Once was a coincidence. Twice was something else entirely.

Heart pounding now, Xenia opened her contacts and tapped the video call button, just to be sure.

A moment later, Stan’s phone began to ring softly in his hand. He glanced at the incoming call screen, swiped to dismiss it without bothering to look up, and slid the phone back into his jacket pocket without missing a beat. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Xenia watched all of it.

She drifted closer, casual, unhurried, like she was just admiring the displays, and angled her gaze toward Stan’s phone the next time he checked it. Just enough to catch the username at the top of the Snapchat screen.

[A Streak of Green on the Head.]

The name hit her like a physical jolt.

’That’s him. That’s actually him. That’s Master Streak!’

She couldn’t believe she’ve finally met the mysterious super-tycoon who had carpet-bombed her livestream room with rockets, dropped twenty million dollars in a single sitting, ignored all of her follow-up messages, and politely declined her dinner invitation as if she were nothing special.

He had been sitting in this exact room the entire time. Eating dinner three tables away from her. Letting Kyle Jennings publicly humiliate him without lifting a finger to defend himself. Letting an entire roomful of second-generation rich kids sneer at him over a fifty-dollar hairband and a bicycle.

Xenia almost laughed out loud.

This, this, was what a real tycoon looked like. So absurdly wealthy that he didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. So unbothered by other people’s opinions that he could sit through an entire afternoon of mockery without so much as twitching.

And so completely unlike Kyle Jennings, who was, at this exact moment, practically wagging his tail trying to win her attention from across the room, that the contrast was almost embarrassing to look at.

In the space of about ten seconds, something inside Xenia clicked into a completely different shape. She had completely fallen for him

[Xenia: Favorability 30]

[Xenia: Favorability 37]

[Xenia: Favorability 41]

[Xenia: Favorability 48]

Stan glanced down at the rapidly climbing numbers in his vision and raised one eyebrow very slightly.

’I haven’t done anything. I haven’t said a word to her. I’ve literally just been standing here in a new suit.’

Seeing the counter tick once more, and then stopped dead at 48, Stan couldn’t help but grit his teeth...

’Almost,’ Stan thought, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

At this point, Stan was already suspecting that the multiple calls he got from Xenia must have been to test things. His identity as A Streak Of Green must’ve been exposed to her already for her to react like this...