"Come on Chuck, let's play." A female classmate said flirtatiously to him.
The other students all looked at him expectantly. No matter what, they were all classmates, so Chuck would definitely agree to bring them in.
"If you guys want to play, then open a private room for yourselves. One hundred dollars per person should be enough." After saying that, he walked out with Queenie.
"Sir, please take care!" The receptionist smiled.
The other students all stood there dumbfounded. What was going on? How could he behave like this? They were all classmates, and he didn't even want to bring them in to have some fun?
"Hey, Chuck, come back!"
"D*mn it, Chuck! Why do you have to be so mean!"
"Yeah, man. We're all classmates anyway. Why are you so serious? Just now, you even asked the class monitor to kneel down to you and also for Karter to eat his own sh*t! They were just joking with you, why did you take it so seriously? You are such a disgusting person!"
"That's right! I think he did it on purpose! How could he treat us like that when we were all his classmates for a year?!"
"Alas, he has the money to do it. He really is the gold cardholder! This is f*cking preposterous!"
"In my opinion, Chuck got close to Wilbur just so he could get his hands on that gold card!"
"Yes, I think so. A person like Chuck has to rely on others just to get some power for himself. Last time I even saw him picking up other people’s money without returning it to them. He’s so disgusting."
"Forget about him, shall we? Everyone's here, so why don't we go in and have some fun?"
"Hell no! It could've been free, and now I have to pay? I'm leaving."
"Me too!"
Everyone slowly left and Francis Gellert slowly began to come back to his senses. He snickered, thinking that Chuck had gotten the gold card from brown-nosing Wilbur!
How else would such a rich person lend him his gold card?
"You can get up now, Chuck’s gone!" Francis looked at his classmate lying on the ground with disdain.
The student got up with a scared look on his face. "F*cking hell, I was so scared just now. He actually asked me to eat my own sh*t! I was only joking and he thought I was serious! How could a person like that really exist..."
…...
The day was getting late. Chuck and Queenie went to get some food together. Then, Chuck brought Queenie with him and they left.
He sent Queenie home before heading to pick Yvette up.
When she was in the car, Queenie was talking about working part-time to earn her school fees, or else she would have to drop out. It was the holidays, so she could probably work for two months.
"I can pay your school fees for you," Chuck said.
"No, you don't have to. You've helped me a lot, it's really not necessary!" Her voice was soft, but it sounded serious.
Chuck felt helpless. Queenie may be a pure and innocent young girl, but she had her own principles and dignity to uphold.
Chuck understood that if he helped her pay for it, she would find it very humiliating to have to live off someone else.
"Also, I'm going to move out of Teacher Jordan's house," she whispered. She didn't want to bother Teacher Jordan anymore. Although Teacher Jordan didn't mind, it was still not good for Queenie to continue troubling her.
"You're moving out? Then I'll look for a place for you... Don't refuse me this time. Besides, you probably don't have the money to rent a place now." Chuck said to her. The house that he bought for Yvette had been empty for a long time, so it was fine for Queenie and her sister to move in there for now.
"But..." She whispered. He was right. She really didn't have enough money to rent a house at the moment. "You're so nice to me. I really don't know how to repay you..."
As she said this, her emotions felt very complicated.
She really didn't know how to repay him. Since Teacher Jordan was already his girlfriend, he didn't need her 'help' anymore.
Perhaps her feelings for him had changed. That was why she was willing to help him with that.
The atmosphere in the car became awkward after this sentence.
Chuck turned his head and glanced at her. The two of them looked at each other in the eyes.
Queenie's face turned red. Was he expecting her to 'help' him again?
She was getting nervous. It wouldn't be right to betray Teacher Jordan! But she couldn't refuse him if he asked for it.
Chuck hurriedly continued to drive and shook his head. "Don't think too much. Just stay there for now. Do well in your studies and you'll get rich in the future."
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