"Your shoes are dirty?"Jaxson paused for a moment after hearing Brentley's words, then quickly understood what Brentley meant. He strode over to Brentley's position.Sitting nearby, Simeon squinted at Brentley, seemingly puzzled about the purpose of Brentley's return."Kid, did you just say your shoes are dirty?"Jaxson's gaze was provocatively fixed on Brentley. "That's right." Brentley nodded slightly."Brothers, this kid says his shoes are dirty. What should we do about it?"Jaxson suddenly shouted.With a loud clatter, seven or eight lackeys in the room rushed towards Brentley. This time, Simeon didn't stop them. In an instant, they surrounded Brentley."Young Master Carter says his shoes are dirty. What do you all mean by surrounding him like this?" At that moment, Logan stepped into the room. Originally sitting on the couch playing on his phone, Simeon suddenly turned his head upon hearing Logan's voice. He stood there petrified, his face showing utter disbelief."What do you t

Brentley stood there, dumbfounded, his face showing a mix of excitement and shock.After a brief pause, Hailey found a white cheongsam (a traditional Chinese dress) in the wardrobe. She stood in front of the mirror, holding it up to herself to make sure it was suitable, and then began to put it on.Hailey seemed to have a particular fondness for cheongsam (a traditional Chinese dress), often wearing them even during her classes. Brentley thought she could bring out the full allure of the cheongsam (a traditional Chinese dress), especially with her tall, sexy figure and fair skin. When she wore it, her figure was exquisitely defined, exuding an irresistible charm. She perfectly embodied what it meant to be a seductive beauty.After putting on the cheongsam (a traditional Chinese dress), Hailey bent her graceful body to slip into her high heels, then turned to leave her apartment.Brentley let out a long breath as he saw Hailey preparing to leave.But just as she was about to step out o

After a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said, "When did I say I was giving up?"Having gone from being poor to the world's richest man in just one day, Brentley was not about to give up so easily."I was just asking, no other reason," Mr. Griffin replied with a faint smile."When can I reveal my true identity to the Harris Family?" Brentley asked softly after a moment of hesitation."As long as you marry Miss Harris, everything will be sorted!" Mr. Griffin said calmly."Fine, I got it!"Brentley replied, his expression turning irritated as he hung up the phone.Earlier today, Brentley had been thrilled after seeing Farrah and Hailey, two stunning beauties, undress. He was filled with anticipation for his future girlfriend. But Griffin’s call shattered all his fantasies."That Claire Harris must be an unwanted ugly duckling, and now they want me to be their live-in son-in-law? What kind of joke is this?"Brentley muttered in frustration as he headed towards the lecture rooms.

After getting home from campus, Brentley quickly freshened up and then lay down on his bed to watch Phoebe's live-stream.When the username "Gone With The Wind" appeared in the chat, the viewers instantly went wild, sending greetings to him.Ignoring the enthusiastic greetings, Brentley quietly watched Phoebe's stream.He had to admit, Phoebe was not only very pretty but also had a beautiful singing voice.On screen, Phoebe's long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her bright, star-like eyes were captivating, her lips were glossy and alluring. She wore a white blouse that accentuated her curves, and her fair, delicate skin glowed. Below the blouse, she wore a short skirt, and her long, slender legs were clad in black stockings, making her already stunning figure even more enticing.However, Brentley thought Phoebe looked even more pure and beautiful in real life; the video didn't do her justice."Slut, you just wait! If I find out where you live, you're in big trouble!"At that

Brentley arrived at Jacques Bistro Restaurant in a taxi. Although it wasn't mealtime, the front of Jacques was already lined with luxury cars, and stylish, eye-catching young people were coming and going.Even though Brentley was wearing his best clothes today, he still felt out of place compared to the people frequenting the Restaurant.After paying the fare, Brentley walked straight towards the entrance of the Restaurant. The security guard at the door was momentarily surprised by Brentley's attire. He quickly extended his hand to stop him and frowned, asking, "Young man, are you here for a job interview? If so, use the back entrance!""I'm here to eat!" Brentley replied, looking up at the guard with a blank expression."You're here to eat?" The guard's eyes flashed with doubt but didn't say much more. He lowered his hand and allowed Brentley to enter.While most of the people who dined at Jacques Bistro were wealthy, there were occasionally some ordinary folks who came to try the