Chapter 224 The Rivalry Between Class One and Class Two
Maple Grove Mansion was a renowned retreat in Sunset City.
This place had it all—natural hot springs and a killer vibe that drew in the wealthy like bees to honey.
Abigail went all out for this shindig, dropping millions to book the whole joint. She even shelled out big bucks to get the hottest celeb, Xavier, to perform.
When word got out that there'd be free food, a place to crash, and a live show by a big star, the old gang from Class Two of Sunset City from a decade ago came running.
The broke folks? They were all about the free grub and booze.
The rich ones? They saw it as a prime chance to flaunt their success and cash in front of their old pals.
Meanwhile, the Class One crew, after finding out their buddy Larry was actually the legendary Black Dragon, decided to hit up his memorial service after the party.
Larry and Chloe were fashionably late. By the time they rolled up here, it was already past four in the afternoon.
Outside the mansion, a decent-sized crowd had already gathered, having shown up early.
The crowd split into two camps. One was Class One, the other was Class Two.
Even though the two classes had mingled back in the day, ten years had passed, and they barely recognized each other. They mostly stuck to their own crew.
Plus, each class had their own yearly reunions, so they were tight with their own peeps.
"Someone else is coming?"
"Who could it be?"
"My Lambo, worth over five mil, should be the flashiest ride here, right?"
"Whose car is that?"
The two groups stood outside, whispering as they watched the car roll up.
The Lambo pulled up, parking right at the entrance. Out stepped a handsome dude in his late twenties, rocking an expensive suit.
"Isn't that Lincoln Woods from our Class Two?"
"Yeah, that's him."
"I heard he's loaded, owns his own company, and rakes in hundreds of millions a year."
The Class Two crowd swarmed him, all smiles and greetings.
The Class One crowd looked bummed. So many people had shown up, and all the rich ones were from Class Two.
The fanciest car from their class was only worth two hundred grand. Just one wheel of the other cars was worth more than their entire ride.
The Class Two crowd looked down on the twenty or so folks from Class One.
"Class One people are pretty broke," someone said with a smirk.
Others quickly chimed in, "Yeah, they're all poor. Why did Abigail even invite them?"
The Class One folks wanted to clap back but didn't have the confidence.
Just then, a guy in his thirties, dressed in plain clothes, stood up and shot back, "We're here for Black Dragon's memorial, not the party. And who said our class is poor? We've got Black Dragon."
"That's right."
"Do you even know who Black Dragon is?"
"He's one of the Five Great Marshals of the Summer Nation, the national god of war. What do you have to compare with our class's Black Dragon?"
The Class One crowd suddenly found their backbone and stood tall. The Class Two crowd wasn't having it.
"Bragging about a dead guy?"
"I admit Black Dragon was awesome, but is Black Dragon really Larry? These are just rumors, nothing official."
"Class One, don't you dare brag about my hero. Black Dragon is the guardian war god of the Summer Nation. I won't let you trash his name," a cute girl snapped angrily.
As the two classes went at it, a beat-up car rolled in, barely catching anyone's eye.
But when they saw who stepped out of the car, everyone's jaws dropped.
"Is that Chloe from our class back then?"
"Chloe, the media's 'once-in-five-thousand-years beauty,' the top stunner of Sunset City. Damn, she’s still got it."
The Class One crew swarmed her, all smiles and greetings. Chloe smiled back, recognizing many of them despite the ten-year gap.
Larry, though? He was pretty much invisible. He didn't bother with the Class Two folks. Instead, he spotted about twenty Class One people nearby. Their faces had changed, but he could still pick out a few.
He scanned the crowd for his old buddies. Back in the day, Larry was a top student and had a ton of friends. His best bud was Sawyer Stone.
There he was, Sawyer, looking like he just came off a construction site.
Larry started to head over but stopped halfway. He wasn't the same Larry from ten years ago; now he was the Lewis Family's son-in-law.
"Chloe, remember me? I'm Lincoln, the guy who chased after you back then."
Lincoln's eyes lit up when he saw Chloe. He strutted over, puffing out his chest. "Back then, I was broke and chubby, but after ten years of grinding, I own my own company, making hundreds of millions a year. Plus, I’ve slimmed down. And hey, I'm still single."
"Okay."
Chloe nodded, barely giving him a glance.
"Chloe," a voice called out.
Chloe turned to see a woman arm-in-arm with a handsome guy walking over.
She immediately walked up and called out, "Fiora."
The woman was Fiora, and the man with her was Lysander from the Martinez Family in Neon City, both of whom Chloe had met there a while back.
Chloe greeted them with a smile, but Fiora's face was ice-cold. She slapped Chloe, the sound echoing.
A red handprint bloomed on Chloe's cheek. She was stunned.
"Fiora, what are you doing?"
"Chloe, you bitch," Fiora slapped her again, snarling, "Because of you, two people from the Martinez Family were severely injured, and one was crippled."
Lysander's face was just as grim. This bitch was the reason Kellan was crippled and Ewan was badly hurt.
He had thought Chloe's husband Larry was Black Dragon.
But now the word was out that Black Dragon was someone else, another guy Chloe had saved back then, also named Larry.
With Black Dragon dead, Chloe had no one to back her up. Fiora and Lysander showed her zero respect.
The classmates were all puzzled, wondering what the hell was going on.
Larry saw Chloe getting slapped twice and stormed over, his face like thunder.
Fiora was about to slap her a third time. Larry stepped in, blocked the slap, and gripped Fiora's wrist tight. Then he slapped her back, hard.
Fiora spun around, spitting out blood and a few teeth.
Larry didn't hold back just because she was a woman. He kicked her to the ground.
"You dare hit my wife? Am I invisible to you?" Larry said coldly.
Fiora was in shock. She lay on the ground, her black stockings torn, her skin scraped, burning with pain.
Her mouth hurt even more, making her cry out, "Honey, kill him."
Lysander was livid. "Bodyguards, get him."
As a Martinez, he always had bodyguards. Four big guys rushed over.
The classmates freaked out and backed away.
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