<h4>Chapter 38: More Miserable Than Cindere</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions
Tea lounge
Hunter took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, yelling furiously. “There isn’t even 300 million dors in my card?! Are you kidding me?!”
Mr. Hopkins reminded him politely. “Did you forget? Last time you talked back to your father, he froze your funds in a fit of anger.”
“I talked back to him?” Hunter was so angry that his chest was heaving violently. “I just asked him to call me Big Brother. Was that too much?!”
You asked your father to call you Big Brother.
Wasn’t that too much?
Remembering what had happened just now, Hunter frowned and said coldly, “Why did the little thinge to the banquet dressed like that?”
Mr. Hopkins nodded in agreement. “It was not quite appropriate.”
“Is this the point?!” Hunter gave Mr. Hopkins a sideways nce. “The point is that the Smiths are not even willing to prepare a dress for her! Even Cindere has a pair of crystal shoes, and the little thing is more miserable than Cindere!”
Mr. Hopkins pursed his mouth to stifle augh.
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Late at night, Adam sent ire back to the Smiths’ mansion.
Phoebe stood in front of the studio’s window, staring at ire downstairs. Putting her cell phone against her ear, she tentatively asked her. “Ann, you didn’t do anything to her, right?”
On the other end of the line, Ann spluttered. “I had nned to teach her a lesson, but it was ruined by Hunter Johnson!”
Phoebe frowned. “Was he there too?”
“Yeah! It’s said that he has a brain disease, and it is true! He actually offered to buy my ne for three hundred million dors. Was he out of his mind? By the way… you’re engaged to him, aren’t you?”
The Smiths hadn’t told others that they nned to make ire marry Hunter in Phoebe’s ce.
“Hmm…” Phoebe replied perfunctorily.
“You haven’t met Hunter, have you?”
“No.” After a pause, Phoebe asked. “Is he good-looking?”
Ann smiled shyly. “Yes… super handsome!”
Upon hearing this, Phoebe felt a little ufortable.
But then she thought that even Ann said that he was out of his mind, so ire would suffer if she married him.
Lance Middle School.
Just after the morning ss, the ssroom was full of yawning mouths.
The gossip king suddenly stuck his head from outside the window. “Thetest news, there is a new English teacher in our ss. He is super hot!”
His words instantly caused an uproar.
“How handsome is he?”
The gossip king was shy. “So handsome that even I want to marry him. The charm of a mature man… Help… I simply can’t resist that charm!”
All the studentsughed out loud.
The English ss representative raised his hand and said excitedly, “I can prove what he said is true! I saw it with my own eyes when I passed by the principal’s office today. He is tall and handsome and has just returned from abroad. He is 28 years old. And most importantly… he’s single!”
“Wow!”
The girls cheered excitedly.
The ss bell rang, and everyone looked at the door.
Under the expectant stares, a tall and slender figure walked into the ssroom.
The students stared at the man dumbstruck, and after a second of silence, screams filled the room.
The man on the podium, wearing a white shirt with cuffs rolled up, revealed his muscr arm.
His hair was jet ck, his features were chiseled, and there was a pair of gold-rimmed sses on his nose.
Gentle, elegant and attractive, he was the kind of man that every girl dreamed of.
He picked up the chalk with his long, slender fingers and turned to write on the ckboard. Under the sunshine, through his thin clothes, his sexy body was looming.
His back was straight, his waist was narrow and his legs were long.
He wrote his name on the ckboard — James Walker.
Looking at the students, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and cracked a gentle smile.
This man was literally every girl’s dream.