Chapter 381

As soon as Michael witnessed the scene, he immediately sought to intervene. The two going for breakfast like this could surely trigger countless scandals. But before he could speak, Dante shot him a glance, causing the words he intended to say to choke in his throat. It was quite terrifying. Michael could only resignedly signal the bodyguards to maintain a distance but remain on guard. Melina took Dante to the cafeteria. On Sunday mornings, the cafeteria was usually nearly empty, primarily because there weren't any classes, and few wished to rise early on such a rare day of relaxation. However, with Dante's arrival, it didn't take long for the place to become crowded with eager patrons flocking in. The buzz was akin to that of a bustling market. Dante excitedly pointed at the food. "Ms. Crawford, I want to eat this, this, this, and those as well—all of it!" He seemed like a child who had never seen the world, eagerly gesturing for so many things. Melina frowned. "No, that's too much. You can't finish it. It would be wasteful." Melina was indeed generous toward friends, but she couldn't abide wasting food. At this moment, the cafeteria was exceedingly crowded, with most eyes turned toward their direction. Primarily, it was Dante's remarkable presence that drew gazes, glowing as if he belonged in a different realm, capturing the attention of all, both acquaintances and strangers. Upon hearing Melina's refusal, the onlookers erupted in outrage. "There's nothing wrong with the Little Saint wanting to eat more dishes. Buy it for him!" "Melina, don't be so stingy. My meal card has plenty of money. I'll pay!" "Oh God, if you don't buy him something delicious, the Little Saint will feel wronged. Melina, are you a heartless demon?" The fans clamored fiercely. Melina remained steadfastly unyielding, her heart a stone beneath their demands. Michael felt the tension rise within him. He was about to step forward to cover the costs. Dante was notoriously resolute—refusing him would have serious repercussions. As Michael took a couple of steps forward, he saw Dante obediently nodding, saying, "Then I'll have orange chicken, tomato salsa, and a salad." Melina nodded, generously adding, "Alright, let's also get some steak." Michael looked at them, utterly speechless. This obedient, well-behaved youth—was he the same person he knew? No way, it simply couldn't be! Michael was astounded while Dante thoroughly enjoyed his meal with Melina's company. Dante had a weak stomach and ate slowly. Melina didn't rush him and quietly kept him company until Lyla found her. Lyla struggled to push through the crowd and finally spotted Melina. She immediately cried out, "Melina, why are you still sitting here? The store is booming. So many people are waiting for you!" Melina was caught off guard and glanced at the time. "But it's only eight in the morning! There's still an hour until the opening!" Lyla, tousling her slightly disheveled hair in confusion, exclaimed, "Yeah, it's only eight! I was asleep until Shayla woke me up, and only then did I discover a musical band at the store's entrance!" Melina promptly stood up, her eyes brightening. "Musical band? Did you arrange for it?" "Arrange what? Aren't you in charge of that?" "But I didn't arrange anything!" "Come on, let's hurry over and check it out!" Melina, eager to uncover what was happening, looked at Dante. Dante immediately set down his cutlery, saying obediently, "Ms. Crawford, I'm full now, and I'll go with you." Melina quickly nodded. The crowd in the cafeteria was overwhelming. Michael was just about to clear a path, worried that the throng might harm Dante. Lyla bellowed, "Everyone, clear a path! Mr. Rothschild is off to start a revolution!" Her voice was absolutely booming, full of energy and strength. Michael wondered what kind of nonsense she was saying. Yet, the next moment, he saw the students genuinely parting to make way. Seeing that, Michael immediately fell silent.