Felicia nervously fiddled with the edge of her clothes without speaking.


    I asked, "Do you need money? If you do, just ask. How much do you need?"


    At my words, Felicia quickly nced at me before speaking hesitantly, "I don''t need money, but you do."


    "I need money?" I repeated.


    "William..." she said.


    She grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Just listen to me once. Let''s figure out how to pay back the 113 thousand dors, okay? If you don''t want the charity foundation to refund it, then we won''t. We''ll work together to earn the money back. If it gets tough, I can even do more live streaming. It''s not our money. Let''s just forget about it."


    I almost choked when I heard that. So, she still thinks I stole that money.


    I shook her hand off, feeling utterly frustrated. "So, you came here to work just to help me pay back the money?"


    She nodded lightly.


    I was at a loss for words. I couldn''t even stay mad at her.


    "Felicia, are you out of your mind? Think for a second! If I really stole that money, do you think I would spend it so recklessly? Would I take it to the stage and ept an award, hoping everyone would notice? Which thief acts like that? Am I just a fool in your eyes?"


    She quickly shook her head. "No, I don''t think that. I just thought that maybe you were forced into a corner and wanted to prove yourself, so you..."


    "Would I steal the money and then donate it? I must be out of my mind!"


    Felicia fell silent.


    I sighed, feeling frustrated. "If I''m really that useless, how do you think I handled that thug earlier? Didn''t you hear what they called me?"


    "Mr. White," she muttered.


    "Exactly." I nodded. "If I were the kind of guy who had to steal a hundred thousand dors, why would they address me as Mr. White? Have you thought about that?"


    She froze, staring at me with wide eyes as if something had finally clicked. She looked at me with shock, almost as if she were piecing everything together.


    The sight of her stunned expression both amused and frustrated me. Thinking back to the harsh words I had thrown at herst night, I softened. Despite everything, she was still worried about me. How could I stay mad?


    "Forget it. You probably won''t figure it out anyway. Come on. Let''s get something to eat."


    It was already noon, and she probably hadn''t even had breakfast. I wanted to take her to grab a bite. After checking nearby restaurants, I chose a fine-dining restaurant that I thought she might like.


    Once we arrived, I let her order while I went to the restroom.


    As I walked out after a few minutes, I noticed a few familiar-looking women heading toward the door.


    They looked like they were from our school.


    My eyes lit up, and it suddenly clicked.


    Thedy with straight bangs was ine, Charlotte''s friend who usually hung out with her. I hadn''t seen her aroundtely, so it seemed like she was off with someone else.


    As I returned to the dining area, I noticed Felicia being pestered by a man.


    "Can you just leave me alone? I''ve told you that I have a boyfriend. You''re really annoying," she said.


    "So what if you have a boyfriend? That doesn''t stop us from being friends. Why be so petty? Just give me your contact, okay?" the man replied, grinning.