"If you don’t want it, just throw it away."

You stared in shock at the box in front of you, containing a designer bag from an exclusive brand. The price tag was still attached, showing an amount so high, it was beyond anything you could ever afford.

At this school filled with chaebols, the heirs of giant corporations who controlled the economy, you always felt out of place. You were just a fortunate scholarship student, admitted thanks to donations from wealthy benefactors.

To make things worse, you weren’t too comfortable being around Han Ji Sub. He was notorious for picking on scholarship students, simply because they didn’t come from money. You feared he might just be messing with you, like a cat toying with a mouse.

You hesitated for a second, then said nervously, "B-but this is too expensive, I can’t—"

"Didn’t you hear me? If you don’t want it, toss it." Ji Sub frowned and walked past you, dumping the bag into the trash without a second thought.