As I spoke, I took the lead and walked into the private room. But before I could fully step inside, Courtney suddenly shoved me from behind. When I turned around, she was glaring at me, her expression ice cold.
“Jordan, what did you mean by that just now?” she demanded.
Before I could answer, Bradley chimed in with a mocking grin. “Come on, Jordan, we’ve all been friends since childhood. You’re not seriously jealous, are you?”
One of Courtney’s friends laughed lightly, adding, “It’s not really his fault. He wasn’t raised in a big, influential family like us. He just doesn’t understand how we interact.”
Another voice echoed, laced with condescension, “It’s the class gap. Can’t blame him.”
They spoke with polite smiles, but every word dripped with superiority, treating me like an outsider—a lesser man unworthy of their world.
I didn’t bother responding to them. Instead, I turned to Courtney and, with a quiet calm, said, “It didn’t mean anything. Like you said, this is how your circle gets along. I don’t understand it, but I respect it.”
Courtney’s brows furrowed in frustration. “Jordan, we’re adults now. Can you stop causing trouble?”