"Ethan, do you want me to list in front of our classmates exactly how you used my money? Or should I send the payment log to the class group chat for everyone to see?"
Ethan froze on the spot, scanning my face for even the slightest hesitation.
He realized I was serious, but still refused to apologize in front of everyone.
His expression hardened as he clenched his jaw.
"Fine, it’s just 300,000. I’ll transfer it."
He pulled out his phone and jabbed at the screen.
"I’ve sent the money. Don’t ever come looking for me again!"
Despite his words, no transfer notification came through.
Scarlet, unaware he was faking it, thought the money had really been sent.
She snatched the phone from his hands, eager to withdraw it.
But after searching for a while, her expression turned confused.
"Brother Ethan, I don’t see the transfer record. Which bank did you use? Tell me so I can withdraw it."
I nearly burst out laughing.
Ethan's face flushed, and he barked at her to shut up, trying to drag her away.
I stepped in front of them.
"Ethan, if you really plan to transfer the money, do it properly. Why fake it? I haven’t received a thing. Why are you playing games with me? You look down on my money, but still live off it and enjoy every bit?"
Afraid the crowd wouldn’t believe me, I raised my phone and showed every major payment platform—no incoming funds.
Ethan hadn’t expected I’d truly expose him in front of everyone.
"It must be a bad signal—the money hasn’t arrived yet! I’ll do it again."
This time, the system voice rang out clearly: a 300,000-dollar transfer confirmed.
Ethan’s face twisted with visible pain, though he still forced a smug tone.
"See? I don’t care about your money at all."
I glanced at the confirmed balance and gave a satisfied smile.
"Good. The money’s received. We’re done here—no more ties between us."
I turned to pull Tessa away, but Ethan grabbed my wrist.
"You still haven’t apologized to Scarlet for excluding her! You’re not leaving!"
His words reminded me—Scarlet hadn’t yet flung her lies back at me.
Fortunately, I had foresight. I used to dine often at my family’s restaurant and always requested a private room with surveillance.
I called the manager, had them extract the video of the four of us eating out together, and posted it to our class group chat.
"You want to know why we stopped inviting her? Watch the footage and see for yourselves."
With that, I left with my roommates.