Smith remained cold and indifferent after hearing the statement of the Twilight Star restaurant's manager. The man didn't look displeased by Smith's indifference. He was praying fervently in his mind, hoping that Smith wouldn't find offense to him for what his worker or subordinate had done to him. He bowed his head respectfully, not caring about his prestige as the dignified manager of the Twilight Star restaurant. He was no more than a mere ant before someone like Smith so how could he maintain his lofty behavior? An ordinary Young Master wouldn't have the authority to make him personally make an appearance unless he has a good impression about such a person. “Why don't you ask your ‘good staff' what she'd done?” Smith asked in a calm tone even though his heart was boiling with anger. He shared a knowing look with Smith and quickly stepped aside. He turned to the two maids standing before him with a cold look on his face. Everyone in the restaurant seemed to have noticed the s
Smith frowned slightly as soon as Mr. Frank finished his statement. He spoke up without any sign of nervousness. “Didn't the chancellor tell you that I'm not interested in the upcoming international quiz?” Mr. Frank wasn't offended by Smith's statement. He merely shook his head and spoke up with a calm tone. “No, he did but I can't just give up on you like that,” the man said resolutely. “It doesn't matter whether you want to give up or not. It's only up to me to decide,” Smith said in a calm tone and the middle-aged man smiled. “That's right. Why aren't you interested in the upcoming international quiz? Is it because Mr. Han has offended you?” Mr. Frank asked in a cold tone and he shook his head vehemently. “He can't be the reason. I'm not interested because it's not beneficial to me,” Mr. Frank looked up instantly and stared at him with a shocked expression on his face when he heard Smith's statement. He wasn't expecting it. How could an ordinary student say that a competition
“You think I'll go back on my words if you don't take the first position, right?” The middle-aged man asked as he stared at Smith knowingly. Smith nodded his head affirmatively. “Isn't that what it's going to be?” He asked in a calm tone and the man shook his head with a sigh. “I wonder what you take me as. I'm the owner of this college so no matter what, I won't change my mind even if you don't climb the top 10 leaderboard.”“However, I believe in your potential. I have a feeling that you'll make me proud. I just hope you'll try your best. So whether you take the first position or not, you're still going to enter the Great Beyond library. I have no problem with that,” the man said and Smith stared at him for a while. He could tell that the man was sincere and genuine when he was speaking to him. The man's quick resolution left a good impression inside of him. “I’ll try my best then,” he said and the middle-aged man nodded his head in response with a soft smile on his face. “Is
"What do you want?" Smith lowered his head in shame as he walked into the well-furnished and air-conditioned office. The office looks expensive and classic. "Good morning, Mr. Adam," he greeted in a low tone as he walked closer to the bald man sitting on a swivel chair. "How may I help you?" Adam asked and stared at him in disgust. He couldn't hide how displeased and disgusted he was to see Smith. Smith was wearing an old-fashioned and worn-out suit which was patched on some sides. Everything about him was stanched of suffering and poverty. "How did this man enter my office? I'm going to fire the security guard for sure," he asked himself as he stared at Smith disdainfully. Smith, who understood the look on his face, lowered his head in shame. He was no longer surprised. He was used to the hateful and disdainful look from friends and even families. What did they expect? He was just a part-time cleaner who tried different shifts at many restaurants just to make a living.
"I've trans…" he swallowed back the words almost immediately as he was about to spill out the truth.He wanted to tell them that he'd paid for the surgery fee, but on second thought, there was no need to tell them since they wouldn't appreciate his efforts. They were going to mock him instead. They could lay false allegations on him that he stole to pay for his wife's surgery.He couldn't forget how the entire family humiliated him last year during Olivia's birthday because he gave her a second-hand necklace from a store.She poured expensive wine on him, made him undress, and forced him to clean up while the family and guests watched.He snapped out of his thought and his gaze met with the cold and hateful glares on their face. He ignored their expression like it was nothing and shoved his old mobile phone into his pocket."What do you want to show us, you good-for-nothing human?" Madam Kate cursed under her breath. She glared at him with anger seething through her.She couldn't hide
Smith stared at the doctor for a while, shocked and awestrucked by his disheartening revelation. It wasn't had been disheartening if he was the owner of the unborn child in her.He can't certainly be the father of the unborn child in her. He could remember vividly that he'd never have sex with her before. They were just only husband and wife on signed paper. He sleeps on the floor while the wife, Georgina, sleep on the bed. So how did she manage to get pregnant? Who's the father of the unborn child in her?He couldn't ignore the pain that stung his heart as his nins reminisced on the questions he'd asked himself. Though she obviously doesn't love him, he couldn't believe she could cheat on me. Wasn't she cheating? The slight bang on the table brought him out of his world of thoughts. He blinked his eyes and turned to the doctor, who looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong with you, Mr Smith?"the doctor, Lincoln, asked as he stared at Smith who was lost in thought. "I'm fine.
Smith swallowed hard the lump that formed in his throat as he walked into the big restaurant which wasn't occupied with many customers like it used to be.He ignored the disdainful looks the customer threw at him. He can't take it to his heart since he's used to it anyways. He made his way toward his boss's office. He took a deep breath as he stared at the wooden door of his boss, Mr Peter, before him. He leaned closer to knock at the door but the loud voices coming from the office made him stop. "I need money, dad,""What! But I thought I had sent some cash the last two days. So why are you asking me for money today?"He shook his head with a sigh as he heard his boss daughter, Madelyn, in the office. It's obvious that they're at it again. "Because I've used it and I need it,"she replied nonchalantly. "What do you take me for? As your money making machine?""I don't know, dad. What is the reason why you're working? It's because of me obviously so why are you being reluctant
"Huh?"He turned to her and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He couldn't believe his ears. What!? His wife offer to massage his hand? It's really hard to believe her statement because she'd never show him care as a wife ever since they've married as husband and wife. He wouldn't believe her because it was a contract marriage. He didn't plan to but he didn't have choice since the Grandpa chose him for his first elder daughter. "So what do you think?"her soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. She is serious. He thought. Although he's yet to recover from the shock, he nodded his head affirmatively to her statement. "Yes…"though he wanted to speak firmly but his voice shook the moment he uttered the word. He can't possibly lose the chance. A massage from his wife. "Okay. Wait while I get the balm,"she said, stood up from the chair and walked to the cabinet on the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes as she ret