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.

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

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 private trainer, the foreigners were usually

and was fat, they were undoubtedly from the

keep them in shape. With the money

one could tell Bailey’s financial status and social

has muscles, Sophia thought as she

ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m done eating. Thank

his belongings and turned around to

wing; you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia

going to play basketball, so I can’t eat too

Stanley gave a ‘whoop’ and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner

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

shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was already a little taller than Nathan.

him play as she nibbled on

years younger, and if she hadn’t met Michael, she would have

that beautiful face…

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

a meaningful glance, and the two of them went

publicly grab it, and

was to stay near him, then

Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch

He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back down. He would meet their attacks with calmness; it was

tranquility he showed were unlike

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

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a short

one of their chicken

look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go and

too felt that Michael had gone too far to

then rushed up to the court

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