Chapter 124 Knelt and Called Me Daddy


    Chapter 124 Knelt and Called Me Daddy


    When Charlotte came downstairs after changing her clothes, Nelson was already waiting for her.


    With the puppy in her arms, she made a soft request, "Mr. rk, may I bring Magnolia along? If I


    leave it at home, it will be like this..."


    As she spoke, she gently ced the little puppy on the ground and took a few steps away. Magnolia


    immediately whimpered and stretched out its two paws, embracing her legs. It was acting extremely


    coquettish, clearly showed its uneasiness in the new environment, and reluctant to leave Charlotte.


    Nelson remained indifferent and said, "You can spoil it now, but what will you do when you go back


    to school in the future?"


    Charlotte sped her hands together, looking pitifully at him, "Please, I am begging you."


    Nelson hesitated and said, "Only... For this one time."


    Charlotte immediately thanked him, "Thank you!"


    She bent down and picked up the little puppy and held its two paws up, "Quick. Say, thank you!"


    Magnolia acted fierce and barked, "Woof! Woof!"


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    Charlotte smiled and gently stroked the puppy''s head, "You are so well-mannered."


    Nelson was speechless and thought to himself, "I wonder how you find this little puppy being well-


    mannered?"


    It was Waylon who drove the car. Charlotte sat in the back seat,pletely focused on ying with


    the puppy. Waylon curiously asked, "Ms. Lopez, when did you get a puppy?"


    Charlotte replied softly, "Today. When Mr. rk took me out to buy ice cream, someone gave it to


    me as a gift."


    Waylon gave a meaningful look at Nelson, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat.


    Then, he thought to himself, "Not bad. Mr. rk even knows how to take the youngdy out for ice


    cream."


    Motor vehicle racing was explicitly prohibited by thews of Guabia, but where there was a will,


    there was a way. Some people were willing to take the risk and engage in these gray industries.


    There were three or four racetracks in Seyso. The one that Michael and the others went to was the


    largest in Seyso, the No. 1 Automobile Circuit. It had been operating for decades, but nobody knew


    who owned it, and no one cared. They were just there to have fun and it didn''t matter whose turf it


    was.


    Today, Michael was going to participate in the race. So, he wore a racing suit. He already had a


    delicate appearance, and wearing the suit added a touch of handsomeness, making him shine and


    attracting everyone''s attention.


    Before the official race started, people were chatting amongst themselves. Michael''s friend, Bentley


    who he met aftering to Seyso, asked in a low voice, "Michael, is Mr. rk reallying?"


    Before Michael could answer, a man with a ss of red wine in his hand and dyed blond hair had


    already started talking, "You believe him? I don''t know what kind of rtive he is to the rk family,


    but how dare he is to boast about inviting Mr. rk... Who do you think Mr. rk is? I heard even


    the president has to make an appointment to see him."


    Since Michael came to Seyso without revealing his true identity, he used the guise of being a distant


    rtive of the rk family. Even though that status was prestigious enough, the group led by the


    blond-haired man was still particrly displeased with him. It was because Michael was rtively


    young, excelled in racing, looked good, and knew how to make girls happy.


    Earlier, what pushed Michael to make that impulsive im, that he could invite Nelson to watch the


    race was deliberately provoked by those people.


    As soon as the blond-haired man spoke, others immediately chimed in, "Exactly, his boasting is way


    too much. He might as well im that the Prime Minister ising!"


    "Hehehe. Even the Prime Minister is more realistic than Mr. rking. Besides, isn''t people


    saying that Mr. rk is seriously ill?"


    "Yes, I''ve heard that too. Michael, next time tries to be more modest when bragging. After all, loose


    lips sink ships, right?"


    "Haha. You guys, stop it. If you make Michael feel embarrassed now, it might affect his performance


    in the raceter."


    Michael was speechless.


    Bentley tugged at Michael''s sleeve, "Michael, don''t bother it. They''re doing it on purpose to make


    you lose the race..."


    Michael snorted, and a mischievous smile appeared on his innocent, angelic face. He reached out


    and ced his hand on the blond-haired man''s shoulder, "What if Mr. rk doese today?"


    The blond-haired man took a sip of wine and sneered, "If Mr. rkes, I''ll kneel and call you


    daddy."


    "Oh, no. How can I take that?" Michael raised an eyebrow mischievously and said gently, "How


    about this? Today, Mr. rk will bring a young girl with him. You can kneel and call that young girl


    daddy."


    Michael hadn''t forgotten that it was only when Charlotte nodded that Nelson agreed toe. If


    Charlotte hadn''t nodded, he would still be standing here, subject to ridicule, and it might even affect


    his raceter. That would please those bunch of his friends.


    "You''re talking as if it''s real." The blond-haired man didn''t take it seriously and thought Michael was


    just bluffing. He said, "If Mr. rkes, not just me, all my friends will kneel and call that young


    girl daddy!"


    Others chimed in, "Haha. That''s right. We are waiting, Michael!"


    The blond-haired man continued, "If Mr. rk doesn''te..."


    He smiled slightly, his voice was yful, "Just tell everyone during the school meeting on Monday


    that you, Michael Braxton are a failure. How about that?


    Others burst intoughter and giggles.


    Bentley''s face turned red, "How can you be so shameless?"


    "Shameless? How am I shameless?" The blond-haired man looked innocent, "Bentley, you have to


    be fair. If I lose, I''ll ept the punishment, and Michael should have his punishment also, right?"


    He provocatively looked at Michael and his expression looked like he was saying, " You are such a


    baby boy".


    Michael remained calm and fearless, "Well, I can''t wait to see you kneeling and calling someone


    daddyter."


    The blond-haired man didn''t get angry either and responded, "I''m not sure who will be the loser."


    As soon as he finished speaking, a chubby figure swept by like a whirlwind, identally bumping


    into Bentley. That man was in a hurry and didn''t even have time to apologize, only managing to


    make a gesture of apology from afar before rushing out with a group of waiters, who were following


    him.


    Bentley asked, "Isn''t that chubby manager usually very diplomatic? What happened to him today?


    Is there a ghost chasing him?"


    The blond-haired man furrowed his brow too and said, "From the looks of it, there must be some big


    shotsing. The chubby manager is probably rushing to wee them..."


    As he said that, he raised an eyebrow.


    Big shot?


    Could it be...


    He nced at Michael and thought to himself, "Impossible! That''s impossible!"


    Meanwhile, the chubby manager, with his team, rushed to the entrance like a whirlwind. He wiped


    his sweat and casually stopped a waiter, "Is my hair messy? Is my clothing disheveled?"


    The waiter hurriedly replied, "No, not at all. Everything looks perfect. Don''t worry, it''s all fine!"


    The chubby manager breathed a sigh of relief but still adjusted his cor, saying seriously, "When


    he is here, don''t say a word. We don''t want to offend the important person, do you understand?"