Chapter 18


    Chapter 18 You Were A Poor Guy


    Along the way, Grant was very enthusiastic toward Bessie. Obviously, he was tryi ng to please her.


    Bernard said to Trevor, “This is Grant, son of Ensfield Hotel‘s owner in this city. If it weren‘t for him, you


    wouldn‘t be able to gain entrance to this club.”


    Grant looked at Trevor up and down and asked, “Who‘s this?”


    “Trevor Sanderson, the poor guy who found his girlfriend making out with Dennis. ”


    “Oh, that‘s you? I‘ve heard a lot about you, man,” Grant sneered and then burst in toughter.


    “What‘s that supposed to mean?” Trevor asked, clenching his fists. He was gettin g a little tired of


    tolerating their implied insults.


    Grant was about to mock Trevor more, but Bessie stopped him. “That‘s enough. Are you really going to


    snipe at each other on my birthday?”


    “You‘re right, Miss Taylor. This is your day. My apologies. Let‘s go inside and y tennis.”


    Grant shed Trevor onest condescending look and then ushered everyone int o the exclusive tennis


    club. Trevor also decided to bite down his anger. He did not want to embarrass Bessie, but he kept in


    mind how Grant treated him.


    They walked into the tennis club, which was luxuriously decorated, and all the pe ople inside were


    well–dressed. It was obviously a ce where the rich worked ou t and hung out.


    With a deeply impressed look on her face, Corriemented, “I heard that the Ki sas Tennis Club is a


    private club for


    the super wealthy. Everything inside is very expensive, and only people with a me mbership card are


    allowed to gain entrance.”


    “It‘s not very expensive. I rented two top –grade open–air tennis courts, and it on ly cost me twenty


    thousand dors,”


    Grant said in a tone that made twenty thousand dors sound like a little bowl of peanuts.


    “Wow, Grant! You really are generous!” one of Bernard‘s friends eximed.


    Hearing what Grant said, Corrie was in awe and liked him even more. He was rich, giving, and


    handsome. Who would not like someone like that?


    Seeing that everyone was ttering Grant, Trevor kept his silence. He thought, ‘T he industries around


    the manor are all owned by the my family. I can also gain ent rance into this club if I just tell my sister


    that I want in.‘


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    But Trevor did not really n to do that. He just followed the crowd.


    Bernard said to the attendant at the front desk, “Hi. Can we please have five fam ous–brand tennis


    rackets, thetest Wilson? And one


    cheap racket for a poor guy?


    Wilson was a famous tennis racket brand in the world, which many Olympic cham pions used and


    endorsed. Every racket was processed by the most intricate manu facturing machinery and came out


    with excellent quality. Their designs were gran d and high end and, therefore, pricey.


    On the other hand, the cheap racket was rather simple and amon item in the market.


    “Yes, sir. Please wait a moment.”


    Before leaving to grant Bernard‘s request, the attendant nced at Trevor with c ontempt in her eyes.


    Then, she came back with the rackets and handed the cheap one to Trevor.


    “You don‘t mind a cheap racket, do you, Trevor? I mean, we can only get you


    one that‘s fit for you. After all, we already let youe along with us out of the k indness of our hearts.”


    Bernard smirked and handed the attendant a credit card. The branded rackets co st him ten thousand


    dors, two thousand for each one.


    The cheap one cost him two hundred.


    Trevor gritted his teeth and


    gripped the cheap racket they gave him. He was beginning to lose his temper, but he could not show it.


    He did not want to lose


    his cool in front of Bessie. Bernard winked at Grant, and Grant immediately under stood. Grant turned


    to Trevor and said, “Trevor, Bernard and I have already paid f or the rackets and the entrance. Now be


    a man and treat us to something. How ab out some water?”


    “Six bottles of water, please.”


    Trevor knew Bernard and Grant‘s intention. They wanted him to spend more than he could, but it was


    only six bottles of water. He could afford those for sure.


    “Sir, it‘s one thousand and two hundred dors in total. Would you like to pay by card or by cash?”


    The attendant took six


    bottles of water out of the freezer and set them on the counter.


    Trevor could not believe what


    he just heard. How could a bottle of water cost two hundred dors? That was mo re expensive than


    oil. No wonder Grant asked him to buy water for everyone.


    Seeing the awful, humiliated look on Trevor‘s face, Bessie felt sorry for him. She s tepped


    forward and decided to deal with the situation. “Don‘t worry about it, Trevor. I‘ll pay for the water.”