“Mooching off our place in the city wasn't enough for you? Now you show up here trying to mooch off the villa my mom just bought me?”
I stared at Calvin in disbelief：
“Who told you your mom bought this house?”
Calvin let out a scornful laugh：
“She told me herself.”
“You're pathetic. You saw that my mom's a company CEO, so you park yourself in our house day after day, trying to worm your way into her good graces.”
“Freeloading and engineering alone time with her still isn't enough for you? Now you want to come defile my villa too?”
“Let me spell it out for you. My mom said the only reason she let you stay was because your parents are dead and she felt sorry for you. So don't push your luck and start dreaming about stealing my position as the real young master of this family!”
That was what Aileen had been telling him?
No wonder Calvin had always treated me like dirt.
To him, Aileen was the CEO who owned the villa. And I was the pitiful orphan she'd charitably taken in.
All this time, Calvin thought I was the one clinging to his house, scheming to steal his only-son status.
Absurd.
Calvin turned back to his classmates and announced loudly：
“You guys want to know how shameless this Kieran Dickerson really is?”
“He camps out in our house every single day. We can't get rid of him.”
“I even stuck a note on the door telling him to stop mooching, and he threw a fit and called the cops on my mom, said she was bullying him.”
“My mom was afraid he'd blow it up into something bigger and drag the company's name through the mud, so she just let it go—bought me this whole new villa so I could live on my own.”
“Sometimes I really can't wrap my head around it. I'm her actual son, the real deal, and I spend half my time in the dorms. But this guy, some broke orphan, plants himself in our house around the clock like he owns the place. It got to the point where if I wanted to wear my own clothes or drink the wine I like, my mom had to sneak it out from the city mansion, just so he wouldn't find out and start whining that we were picking on him.”
“In my entire life, I have never seen a more shameless waste of space!”
My eyes went wide.
So that was why things kept disappearing from the city mansion. Aileen had been sneaking them out here for her son.
Aileen Chavez. What a piece of work.
Since you want to play me for a fool, don't blame me for what comes next.
I pulled out my phone right there and called the Legal Department：
“Get a team out to my parents' country estate immediately……”
Before I could finish, Calvin snatched the phone out of my hand and smashed it on the ground：
“You worthless piece of trash—how are you still keeping up the act?”
“Your parents' estate? This is the villa my mom bought for me!”
His classmates piled on, sneering and spitting contempt：
“No wonder everyone else lives in the dorms and he's the only one who never stays on campus. I thought he was busy with something legit. Turns out he was leeching off Calvin's family and trying to steal his mom. Disgusting.”
“Exactly. His own parents are dead, so he goes and latches onto someone else's rich ones. If his parents knew how shameless he was, they'd be rolling in their graves.”
“Some people are just that brazen. The second they spot money, they're scheming to latch onto rich godparents so they can ride their way to the top.”
“Calvin, you're way too nice about this. If somebody tried to steal my parents, I'd rip him apart!”
I ignored every last one of them, locked my eyes on Calvin, and said, voice hard：
“I'd suggest you call your mother right now and ask her who this estate actually belongs to.”
