A burst of praise erupted from the class. Many of the girls looked at Declan in utter adoration. To donate close to twenty million without much thought, Declan must have been extraordinarily wealthy.
Declan’s image in his classmates' eyes improved once again.
However, some of them did notice the tiny details-Circe especially. She observed Darryl.
She could clearly see that every single time Declan donated the money, his hands trembled. Darryl, on the other hand, remained calm all this while. He could donate tens of millions and still remain poised.
She was more interested in Darryl out of the two of them.
Darryl could not help but laugh. "Declan, are you almost broke?" he mocked.
Declan could barely afford the meal at the Oriental Pearl yesterday. He had just donated seventeen million, so he must not have much left.
Darryl took his phone and donated once more.
There was dead silence once again. Declan swallowed hard. When he saw the ranking list, he was floored.
Twenty million. Darryl donated another twenty million, making his total donation worth thirty-five
million.
Everyone wordlessly gawked at Darryl. They could not find any words. Thirty-five million! The highest donor!
"Declan, if you have the money, we can continue this game all day," Darryl glanced at Declan, chuckling to himself. "The money is for charity, so I don’t mind."
The entire class heard him loud and clear. All eyes turned to Declan.
"I..." Declan flushed. He stuttered, unable to finish his sentence. He asked for thirty million from his father yesterday for the meal and received an earful for it. If h e were to call his father again for money, he would surely be disowned.
Furthermore, he donated seventeen million. It was all of his pocket money for the next six months.
Declan was frustrated and distressed.
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