Billionaire Son

Chapter:37

At Brentley's home.

Brentley stared blankly at Phoebe standing before him. He was at a loss for words to describe his feelings. He never imagined that everything he did would be seen by Phoebe as mere self-indulgence.

"Brentley, I know exactly what you're thinking. You like me, and that's why you're upset about my date with 'Gone with the Wind.' So, you made up these stories to stop me from meeting him, right?"

Phoebe seemed deeply provoked by Brentley's previous words. She couldn't tolerate anyone defaming 'Gone with the Wind,' so her tone towards Brentley was particularly harsh.

"Like you? When did I ever like you?"

Brentley felt utterly devastated. Although Phoebe's personality, temper, looks, and figure were all quite impressive, he had never had any romantic feelings for her.

Even when Brentley used to send gifts in Phoebe's live stream, it was only because she treated him kindly. There were no other intentions behind his actions.

"You're still denying it, aren't you?"

Phoebe sneered at Brentley and continued, "Brentley, I advise you to stop being so self-absorbed. Yes, I've been visiting you frequently these past few days, but I only see you as a regular friend. I have no other feelings for you. I used to have a good impression of you, but what you said today has really disappointed me!"

"Heh..."

Brentley gave Phoebe a helpless smile, abandoning any thoughts of persuading her not to meet the other guy. After all, if that's how Phoebe saw him, then it wouldn't matter to him if she got deceived.

"I've said everything I needed to say. If you still think I'm being self-indulgent, then there's nothing I can do. Go ahead and meet him if you want to!" Brentley said to Phoebe with a blank expression.

Phoebe was surprised by Brentley's words. Without a second thought, she turned and walked straight out of Brentley's room.

Brentley watched Phoebe's retreating figure, his eyes filled with worry. Initially, he had only intended to help Phoebe by tipping her, but he hadn't anticipated that it would lead to so many complications.

Phoebe's words earlier had indeed hurt Brentley, so he decided not to involve himself in the matter any further.

A moment later, Brentley lay down on his bed, closing his eyes to sleep, but for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration. It wasn't the fact that someone had impersonated him that bothered him; it was Phoebe's attitude towards him today.

"Maybe in Phoebe's eyes, someone as poor as me doesn't deserve to be her friend, let alone like her," Brentley muttered softly to himself.

Although Brentley had no intention of pursuing Phoebe, her words today had still stung. Even though he was now very wealthy, Brentley felt that any woman who knew his true identity would throw themselves at him, while those who didn't would look down on him.

Phoebe was like that, and so were Claire and Erica.

"It seems that in today's society, it's all about whether you have money or not," Brentley sighed with a wry smile, then closed his eyes and tried to sleep, pushing thoughts of Phoebe out of his mind.

The next morning, around seven o'clock, Brentley got ready for his lectures. As he opened his door, he saw Phoebe emerging from her room.

Today, Phoebe was clearly dressed to impress. Her delicate, heart-shaped face was lightly made up, with arched eyebrows and lips that glistened enticingly. Her dark eyes sparkled like stars in the night.

She wore a beige T-shirt that showed her curves, a pair of denim shorts that showed off her slender legs, and blue high-heeled sandals.

She looked sexy, charming, and fashionably radiant.

Seeing Phoebe dressed like this, Brentley knew she was definitely going to meet that imposter today. Brentley felt a bit disturbed. It seemed Phoebe didn't listen to him after all. Without acknowledging her, he walked ahead, his steps firm and determined.

"Brentley!"

Phoebe's sudden call made him turn his head slowly. He glanced at her, his face expressionless. "What do you want now?"

"Um, Brentley, I'm sorry about last night. I think I might have gone too far with what I said..."

Phoebe, in her high heels, gracefully walked up to Brentley and spoke softly.

"It's fine," Brentley replied indifferently. He didn't bother to advise Phoebe against meeting that person again and continued walking out.

About ten minutes later, Brentley arrived in the lecture hall alone. Since there was still over half an hour before lessons started, there weren't many students around. Graham, Tyree and the others hadn't arrived yet either.

Brentley found a random seat at the back of the classroom and took out his phone, trying to figure out how to recover his account on the streaming platform.

A few minutes later, more students began to arrive. Colby, Ophelia, Farrah, and Taylor also entered together.

When Colby saw Brentley, a strange look flashed in his eyes. The incident at the Restaurant the previous day had left him quite shaken, and he had been plotting his revenge against Brentley ever since.

Ophelia, too, harbored resentment towards Brentley. Colby's family business had been affected, making Ophelia very unhappy. Moreover, she had suffered several setbacks in Brentley's hands, which only added to her frustration.

As for Farrah, her situation was even more humiliating. Brentley had once played a cruel prank on her, making her strip naked in front of him. Although Brentley did nothing, Farrah felt it would have been better if he had done something.

For a woman to undress in front of a man and receive no reaction was the ultimate insult to her.

Moments later, the bell rang.

Hailey walked in, dressed in a coffee-colored business suit. Her white blouse highlighted her alluring curves, and her slender legs were enveloped in black stockings. She gracefully stepped in, her ten-centimeter heels clicking on the floor.

lGraham's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw Hailey. He turned to Brentley Carter and said, "Our homeroom lecturer has such an amazing figure! If I could marry a woman like her, I'd be willing to live ten years less!"

"Even if you lived a hundred years less, you still wouldn't stand a chance," Tyree retorted, showing no mercy.

Brentley couldn't help but recall the time he had seen Hailey changing clothes in her apartment. Her seductive curves were etched in his memory.

The students in the class noticed that Hailey's expression was particularly grim today, and there was a hint of anger in her beautiful eyes. It was clear that she wasn't in a good mood.

"Brentley, come with me!" Hailey suddenly called out, breaking the silence and causing the students to wonder what was going on.

Brentley was surprised by her words. He quickly stood up and asked, "Teacher, is something wrong?"

"The rest of you will have a self-study session this period. Brentley, come out!" Hailey commanded. Hailey responded coldly, then swayed her hips as she walked out of the classroom.

Brentley hesitated for a moment before quickly following Hailey out of the room.

Once outside, Brentley noticed that Hailey didn't stop but continued striding towards her apartment, her high heels clicking on the floor.

As he trailed behind, Brentley couldn't help but glance at Hailey's enticing legs wrapped in black stockings. He wondered what he had done to upset her and why she couldn't just talk to him in the hallway. Why did she have to lead him all the way to her apartment?