Chapter 157: But I’m Too Lazy

The spacious and bright office was decorated in simple black and white tones, much like its owner.

Behind the desk sat a man dressed in an Armani suit, with the top button of his shirt fastened all the way up to give him a chaste appearance.

In front of him lay a stack of files and contracts. When his secretary came in to retrieve some documents, she couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at her handsome boss who looked like he belonged on Mount Olympus.

“Have you seen enough?” Without lifting his head, the man said with an icy voice made her jump with fright.

Her face turned red as she stammered out an excuse, “Mr. Foley, I’m here to pick up yesterday’s contract.”

“My company doesn’t need any airheads. Go get your salary from accounting later.”

The beautiful secretary was left stunned, feeling deeply aggrieved and wanting to explain herself, but she dared not provoke him further. She could only hold back her tears and exit the office.

Unaware of her surroundings as she walked out of the office door, she bumped into someone walking by.

She instinctively looked up and met a man’s gentle and refined face. The man was dressed in a deep emerald green suit, a color both profound and noble. It complemented his fair complexion, and his smile exuded warmth. His features bore a faint resemblance to Mr. Foley. “I’m sorry,” she apologized reflexively.

“It’s okay,” Vincent replied before gracefully entering Kelvin’s office… Meanwhile at the hospital, Cheyenne had been gaining weight during her week-long stay — all thanks to Benson who rented a temporary apartment nearby so he could bring soup over twice daily without fail! Thankfully, Kate and Reece helped eat some too, or else Cheyenne would have gained even more weight!

better if you gained a little weight. When I hold your hand, it feels like holding a cat’s paw, and it breaks my

Benson, you’re here at the hospital taking

such as the father of symphony, Hoare, the eccentric composer Vera, and the pioneers of modern pop music, the Guild of Rhythm, which has already etched its name into the history books — all of them alumni of

accept five students from Chulae due

spots has dropped to four,

that the reduction in spots seems related to Miss

plays the piano exceptionally well. At just eight years old, she won numerous awards and

unexpected eye injury and withdrew from

Fiona at Verklee College. Fiona herself was the lead singer of Guild of Rhythm and when she was

it more catchy than ever before, becoming one of pioneers in modern music

gave her an advantage over other competitors

Miss Weaver’s smooth sailing journey, Benson’s

as a child just so she could watch him practice playing the piano. Mrs. Gibbs sold off an ancestral gold bracelet

and also prone to making mistakes. Cheyenne saw Benson make one mistake because he got distracted while practicing once. It was such a small thing but Mrs. Gibbs slapped him across his face out of anger, then forbade

Gibbs’ strictness because it helped shape who he is today; however, due to this same strictness towards him, it caused Benson not to value familial love as much as others do. And entering Verklee College and

him, Benson answered nonchalantly, “Don’t you believe in my abilities? Please don’t worry about me! Even if I only practice two hours per day, I’m confident enough

feeling anxious inside, knowing full well how difficult it was to get

exams were in October, and there were still three months left.

I trust you,” she

couldn’t see her face, just listening to her sweet and clear voice painted a beautiful image of a girl in

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