"It's not like that, but as long as I'm going to get something from your business, then I'm fine. Also, I had been there. No one believed in me, but look at me now. They are all regretting that they ignored me before.""From how I see it, you are lucky and extremely talented and smart which brought
The program started. It was just the usual boring party of these rich people, and Andrew couldn't do anything but watch. Though there wasn't really anything to do but watch until it was his turn but he just couldn't help but quietly judge the way the program of this party was arranged. "It's kind
"Shh. Stop acting like misbehaving peasants." Andrew and Mariah looked at their side and found the other people sharing the same table as them. They, except for one, were glaring sharply at the two of them for talking while someone was speaking in front. It was considered a disrespectful act, an
Andrew walked on stage with sweaty hands, he felt like even his armpits were sweaty and his face was red. The way his heart was beating wildly was making him wish he could run out instead of play, at least he would be able to make an excuse for why he suddenly ran away, it would do lesser damage t
Andrew looked at him and nodded, shortly glancing at the reaction of these people who looked doubtful of him already with one accidentally pressed key, so what more if he messed up? He started pressing the keys. He was just pressing the keys mindlessly as if he were just playing with them. They we
"What will you do with him?" President Irving asked casually, his voice low, still observing Andrew and Mariah being dragged outside of the event place. "I'll deal with them later, but I'll definitely need to teach him a lesson. These people might think that I am not good at choosing people to pla
You guys are so impatient that was why you didn't get to see what he was just about to do. Like what you said, you wouldn't get him if he wasn't good, right? You have watched him perform, he wasn't pretending. He is really that good, so if I were you, to get all of our reputations back, I would go
In the library of the university. Andrew Deffcon, wearing a worn-out checkered shirt and ripped jeans, walked through the library's entrance. He headed straight to the cleaning area, picking up his old companions - a bucket, broom, and rag. On his way to clean, he watched the bustling students,