The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 : Two godly beauty’s

As both Alicia and Alex lay sprawled on the floor—like defeated soldiers—Alicia, cheeks flushed with a deep crimson, peeked up from beneath the stray strands of her snow-white hair.

Her usual haughty composure had vanished, replaced by an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression.

Her breathing was slightly uneven, her chest rising and falling, as if struggling to summon the courage for what came next.

With surprising intensity in her usually cool gaze, she blurted out,

"Alex... will you go to the ball with me?"

Alex blinked.

Once.

Twice.

His brain, normally the realm of lightning-fast sarcasm and backup plans, froze like a corrupted loading screen.

’Wait, what? Did she just...?’

Her gaze didn’t waver. Her face was redder than a maxed-out heat gauge, but she was completely serious.

That’s when the shockwave hit.

’Oh crap.’

Alex’s breath caught as he suddenly remembered a very important, very expensive fact.

The golden-haired girl.

The deal.

Thirty-five million credits.

His expression shifted from surprise to grim realization.

’That’s good money.’

’Would I abandon that? No way in the nine realms of Etheron.’

Steeling his expression, he met Alicia’s gaze and replied,

"Sorry, Alicia. But... I’ve already made a deal with someone else for the ball."

For a second, time paused.

Alicia’s flustered expression froze in place. She processed his words as if someone had just splashed freezing water on her face.

Her voice, now devoid of the shyness from earlier, cut through the air—sharp, focused, and just a little terrifying.

"...Did you just say no to me? Or am I hearing things?"

Her usual regal tone returned, but this time there was something else woven in—something dangerous.

Alex’s instincts kicked in like an overworked survival system.

He stood up in a flash.

Alicia followed, standing tall and composed, brushing dust from her outfit with methodical calm. But beneath her elegant exterior, a storm brewed.

Her eyes glinted—murderous and glacial—as she narrowed them at him.

"Who is she?" she asked flatly.

Alex, despite the very real sense of danger, couldn’t help but think,

’Another one falls for my god-tier beauty. Tsk tsk, truly a curse to be this perfect.’

Suppressing a chuckle, he shook his head in mock sorrow.

Then, smirking, he dropped the name like a bomb.

"Evelyn Williams."

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Alicia’s pupils shrank. Her breath hitched. Then, like a triggered trap, she surged forward and grabbed him by the collar.

"What did you just say?!" she demanded, shaking him like a vending machine that ate her credits.

Alex, dangling slightly, casually repeated, "Evelyn. Williams."

The reaction was immediate.

Shock.

Disbelief.

Alicia’s grip slackened slightly.

"Wait—Evelyn? The same Evelyn who’d rather set herself on fire than be the center of attention at an event like that Evelyn?!"

Alex, still smirking through the chaos, opened his mouth.

"Do you really wanna kn—"

WHAM.

A punch buried itself in his gut. His eyes nearly popped out.

He gasped, doubling over, arms wrapped around his stomach like he’d been stabbed by an ogre.

"Spill. Everything. Or. Die. Right. Here." Alicia growled, her face an image of terrifying composure and fury.

"Y-Yes ma’am!" Alex squeaked.

Straightening with difficulty, he held up a hand and said,

"Look, Evelyn was the one who asked me out. She saw this—" (he gestured at his face), "—divine masterpiece, and got mesmerized. Happens all the time."

Alicia narrowed her eyes. "You’re joking."

"I refused her at first," Alex continued with dramatic flair. "But then she... offered money."

Alicia crossed her arms.

"How much?"

Alex smirked. "Come again, Prez?"

She leaned in threateningly.

"How. Much. Did. She. Offer."

Alex stood straight and said proudly:

"Thirty-five million credits."

Alicia went dead silent.

Even the flickering lights above them seemed to dim.

She stared at him, then slowly stepped back, trying to process what she’d just heard.

Evelyn Williams, the idolized, aloof, untouchable apex of the third years of Zenith Academy—

Throwing that kind of money at Alex Dragonheart?

It was absurd.

’But...’

Alicia knew Evelyn since childhood.

Evelyn hated public events. Hated attention.

’Yet—’

She looked at Alex.

The man was annoyingly confident, charming when he wanted to be, a certified trouble magnet, and... just maybe, charismatic enough to pull something that insane off.

Still skeptical, she asked,

"...Are you really telling the truth?"

Alex raised an eyebrow. "What reason would I have to lie?"

Alicia rolled her eyes, crossing her arms again and pouting.

"Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you just don’t want to go with me?"

That pout—so out of character for the icy goddess persona she usually wore—hit Alex like a stray charm spell.

He paused, watching her.

’...She’s so damn cute when she sulks.’

Gone was the intimidating noble from the entrance ceremony when he first saw her.

In front of him was just a girl—honest, emotional, proud... and kind of terrifying in a lovely way.

He sighed, cleared his throat, and stepped forward.

Gently, he reached out and grabbed her hand.

Inside, Alicia was screaming. ’If I falter here, this narcissistic bastard will always think of me as a walking credit vault and never take me seriously. No way I can’t allow that.’

She looked over her shoulder with an impassive stare. "Oh, don’t start with that. You’ve been getting too greedy lately. I’ve fulfilled your every whim. All that for a measly ’duel’ where you got your ass handed to you and ended up in a three-week coma." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

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