The students wanted to give him gifts, so what could he do?

Every day, whenever he left his seat for a moment, he would come back to find his office full of snacks. He couldn’t possibly throw them away.

Everyone proceeded to evenly divide Quinton and Nathan’s trophies.

Carmen picked a bar of chocolate out of the pile of snacks and gave it to Bailey. “Bailey, for you!”

Bailey hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the smile on Carmen’s adorable and gentle face, he couldn’t bear to upset her, so he accepted it.

Upon seeing this, a dark gleam flashed across Michael’s eyes once again as he restrained the urge to lunge at him.

That chocolate is obviously used for courtship! Why did she give it to Bailey?!

Michael tried his best to force a smile onto his face, then said to Carmen, “Carmen, honey, Daddy wants a snack too.”

Still rather disgruntled, Carmen retorted, “If Daddy wants one, Mommy can feed you! Aren’t you guys always feeding each other at home?”

Michael was dumbfounded.

How could his own daughter say such a thing?

His heart fell to the ground with a ‘crash’, shattering into pieces.

He felt as if he was watching the seedling that he had worked hard to cultivate being invaded by a fat and ugly insurance-selling rodent.

Sensing Michael’s despair, Sophia unwrapped a piece of chocolate and fed it to him. To his dismay, the chocolate filled his entire mouth with bitterness.

He thought back to the song that he had sung many years back: ‘The cold wind drifted over and caressed my face; my child’s rebellion is giving me a heartache’.

Meanwhile, Bailey was taking the first bite out of his chocolate. His arm was raised, and the muscles underneath that were beginning to take shape bulged slightly. His tanned, wheatish skin made him appear healthy, young, and powerful—just like a rising sun.

The three apricot kernels that hung on his wrist exuded a special sort of extravagance and strangeness.

fondness for his light brown complexion. Nowadays, fair skin was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because

even had the mentality that a person’s skin tone and figure determined their social class. Foreign eateries mainly served what Cethosians considered to be junk food—high-calorie fried chicken and hamburgers were their staples. As the average person couldn’t afford to hire a

had fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from the

and private trainers to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they could go on vacations to get

Bailey’s financial status and social standing just by

has

was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back.

up his belongings and turned

eat more! I still have pork trotters and some

to play basketball, so I can’t eat too

take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since

pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be

was already active. His agile body darted left and right, and he could even shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was already

watched him play as she nibbled on

she was a few years younger, and if she hadn’t

face… She had the sudden

bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard, who was standing

a meaningful glance, and the two of

grab it, and they

was to stay near him, then wait for a chance to take back the

made his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball

malice they felt toward him. He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here,

he showed were unlike that of a

something was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he being

reckoned Michael had a

was eat one of their chicken wings! Did he

“Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr.

felt that Michael had gone too far to pick on

his mouth, then rushed up to the court with

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