Chapter 450


    Noticing her spacing out, ine smiled. "Thinking about your brother? He''ll probably be here soon.


    Don''t worry."


    Courtney sighed. "I''d rather he be absent."


    She had no idea what was going on with Kingsley, but she noticed something off about him the day


    before. Her gut told her Kingsley''s reason for attending thisunch was more than he let on, and it


    made her nervous.


    Her friends didn''t notice that. They smiled. "Don''t worry, Courtney. Theunch is going to be smooth


    sailing."


    Just then, the host, who was in a suit, took to the stage and announced, "With pleasure, I now


    announce that theunch has begun!"


    A thunderous apuse echoed through the air while shes of cameras blinded the eyes of the


    crowd. Sitting on the stage was Vincent Albright. He pushed his sses up his nose, a smile of


    pride hanging from his lips. He was in a crisp suit, and his hair wasbed neatly, unlike his usual,


    unkempt self.


    He obviously paid a lot of importance to this bookunch. He knew that if theunch was


    sessful, he would attain sess. Even though his sses were thick, they failed to hide the


    ambition ring in his eyes.


    He was not content with just the vocation of teaching. He desired sess; to be a respected


    schr was his dream, and now it was close at hand. As he looked at the crowd, he took a deep


    breath, cleared his throat, and said, "Dear friends, readers, and reporters, thank you for attending


    my bookunch. Thank you."


    A fifteen-minute speech ensued. It was boring, but everyone pped loudly in the end anyway.


    Some among the crowd even cried out their admiration for him.


    "You''re my idol, Professor Albright!"


    "Can you sign my copy of the book, Professor Albright?"


    A subtle hint of smugness appeared in his eyes. He loved the worship he was getting, but he


    silenced everyone and smiled. "Now, settle down. There will be a signing sessionter. First, let''s


    hear from my old friends."


    Vincent spent a lot of effort and money to invite these schrs, so they piledpliments on him,


    calling him a genius, a talented man, and a respected schr. A big grin curled Vincent''s lips, and


    that was just from him hearing thepliments.


    Queenie whispered, "You''re so lucky, ine. Your father is awesome. I bet you worship him."


    ine froze for a moment. "I… like him, but I don''t worship him."


    "Why?" asked Queenie. "I''d be over the moon if my dad were this awesome."


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    ine sighed. "Fame and sess are the only things on his mind. He wants to prove to my mom


    that her decision to leave was wrong, but he sacrificed a lot just for sess. He''s not someone


    anyone should worship. Sometimes I wish he were just a regr old guy who never chased after


    fame. All I wanted was a happy life." She took a deep breath before putting on a smile. "But I still


    feel happy for him. He''s shining onstage." ine pped along with the crowd.


    Then, it was time for questions. After the standard questions, one of the reporters raised her hand.


    "Professor Albright, in thest pages of your book, you mentioned your indirect murder of three


    people over money. Do you still regret your past actions even now?"