At 8 pm., Ryan and the rest of the physics department students arrived at Sky Nimbus. Bonnie had dragged Yvette, sprinted the entire way, and barely arrived on time with just a minute to spare.


    The group, led by Ryan, marched confidently into Sky Nimbus


    The cool air greeted them as soon as they stepped inside, a refreshing relief in the scorching summer heat. The spacious, spotless lobby, with its gleaming marble floors and grand chandeliers, and the uniformed staff at the reception areas made them feel nervous and uneasy.


    The duty manager approached with a professional smile, his gaze precise, as he headed straight toward Ryan in a respectful


    demeanor.


    “Mr. Lewis, your reserved room is 101 Let me take you there personally, the manager said.


    Ryan nodded. Although he wasn’t dressed in formal attire, his presence waspletely different from when he was at school. Now, he embodied the presence as the heir of the Lewis family in Seacrity, one worth over 3.3 billion dors.


    The students exchanged nces. At that moment, they collectively realized that even though they attended the same sses, Ryan was someone far beyond their reach, and they respected thetter even more.


    The manager had an eye for detail. After sitting in that position for so many years, he could immediately tell the status of a guest, even though the students wore what they thought were their best and most formal clothes.


    I didn’t take long for him to recognize those outfits only cost about 600 dors, with the most expensive not exceeding 670 dors. He knew the elite society well. He’d heard that Ryan was studying at Argrol University, so he knew that thetter might be just showing his ssmates around.


    Other than Ryan, he held no regard for the others.


    The group moved past the lobby to the back area, where their eyes were drawn to crystal-like tables surrounded by leather. couches and arge t-screen TV hanging from the ceiling, providing a full surround experience. It was clear everything


    there was state-of-the-art.


    The manager deliberately described the specific services offered in Sky Nimbus. I assume this is the first visit for most of Mr. Lewis’ friends, so allow me to give a brief introduction. Every member here has ess to their private luxury suite thates with a gym, lounge, bath, and entertainment system. Should there be any need, we also offer professional personal trainers and spa skin treatments. As a diamond cardholder like Mr. Lewis, who pays an annual fee of 3.3 million dors, he has ess to every facility without the need for a reservation.”


    The more the manager spoke, the more the students were in awe.


    To them, it was not just a club, but a money pit. Just the membership fees alone cost 3.3 million dors, and that didn’t even cover additional expenses.


    Their initial excitement started to fade as uneasiness set in.


    Unaware of his ssmates growing difort, Ryan didn’t stop the manager’s endlessmentary. To him, it was something ordinary


    Just as the manager was talking endlessly, an impatient voice interrupted. “Are


    you


    done?”


    The manager’s voice abruptly stopped.


    From the beginning, Yvette had been quietly following behind the group. Dressed in ck casual cap, she was hardly noticeable to most people.


    othes and a matching


    Since she was with Ryan, the manager knew better than to say anything inappropriate, so he held his tongue,


    “Miss, my apologies. I just thought that since it’s your first time here, unlike Mr. Lewis, you might need an extra introduction. It’d be easier if you decided to get a membership card next time, the manager said.


    The students all understood his words well. They might not have much money, but that didn’t mean they were too dumb to miss the sarcasm in his tone.


    Their faces flushed with embarrassment, as they wanted to speak up but couldn’t find the right words.


    Bonnie was too frustrated to stay silent. She was about to step forward to argue but was pulled back by Yvette’s delicate and soft hands.


    In a voice as cold as ice, she asked, “Does your family own this ce? Are you a member?”


    The manager was taken aback, his expression turning sour


    He’d been the manager of Sky Nimbus for years and knew at least a hundred wealthy clients personally. With his position, everyone had always given him respect. This was the first time he was openly mocked by a college student.


    “That’s enough. We’re at the entrance. Just have the waitere over and take our order,” Ryan interrupted.


    The manager dared not show any attitude toward Ryan and only smiled. He called a waiter over and excused himself. His face darkened as he passed by Yvette.


    Inside Room 101, there was a massive table that could seat around 40 to 50 people.


    The private room had all kinds of entertainment systems and leisure equipment. One could spend an entire day there and not get bored at all.


    Once everyone was seated, Ryan ordered the dishes and even thoughtfully asked if anyone had dietary restrictions. His manners were impable, leaving no room for criticism.


    After the waiter left, a tense and uneasy atmosphere settled over the table. After what had just happened with the manager earlier, no one was thinking about the meals anymore.


    They were all top students from Argrol University, yet here they were, being looked down upon over a simple dinner.


    After Yvette sat down, she took out her phone, put on her headphones, and started testing a new game. She was unbothered. by others.


    Everyone’s mood was down. Seeing everyone’s low spirits, Bonnie decided to brighten the mood. “Hey, Ryan, how’s the food at Sky Nimbus?” She was making small talk to break the silence,


    Ryan didn’t have much experience with social interactions, so he wasn’t too concerned with the emotional shifts of others. He nodded earnestly. “It’s delicious. The chefs here were hired by the owner, Harry Golden, from all over the world


    “Harry Golden?” Bonnie exaggerated her surprise, sessfully capturing everyone’s attention.


    “What an interesting name,” someone said.


    “Yeah, his parents must’ve had big hopes for him. It’s like they want him to be rich!” the othermented.


    “Right? Who’d have thought the owner of a ce like this would have such an interesting name!” another chimed in.


    “Exactly. His parents really set him up to be someone impressive one said.


    “Well, he lived up to it. Look at how sessful he is now!” the other said.


    “I feel like my name night be why I haven’t made it big yet, onemented.


    ‘Oh, please. Even if you were named ‘Emperor, you wouldn’t be able to run a club like Sky Nimbus,” the other said.


    A burst ofughter was heard. The atmosphere in the room lightened, and soon the tension lifted as the group started chatting more freely.


    “Yve, don’t you think this name is hrious? I bet it was his grandpa who came up with it! Bonnie said.


    Yvette had just finished her game with a perfect score. She pulled off her headphones and adjusted her cor.


    “It wasn’t,” she said.


    Bonnie was puzzled. “Wait, not what?”


    Yvette stared intently at the phone screen, where a stream of codes was flying through. “It wasn’t his dad or his grandpa. He chose the name himself. Thought it sounded powerful.”Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    As she spoke, her fingers danced over the phone screen faster and faster, dazzling those watching.


    Bonnie thought Yvette was just guessing and didn’t take her seriously. Seeing how busy thetter was on her phone, she


    turned to chat with others.


    Ryan was seated not far away from the two and overheard their conversation despite Yvette’s quiet voice. He was surprised


    his own name. It was something Ryan knew because his dad mentioned it to that she was right. Harry had indeed cho


    him once.


    Ryan was the main character of the night. Whenever he got lost in thought, everyone’s eyes naturally turned to him.


    Bonnie, in her usual carefree manner, was the only one among the group aside from Yvette who was not affected by what happened earlier.


    “Ryan, what’s got you daydreaming?” she asked.


    Ryan blurted out, “Thinking about Yvette’s words.”


    As soon as his words fell, the entire table turned their heads and focused on Yvette.


    Yvette, still wearing her headphones, slowly lifted her head and looked around, confused. “What’s going on?”