Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 701

The teenage boy at the age of seventeen or eighteen was just at the time of youth and sunshine. Even the ugly school uniform that had been criticized by students for more than ten years at Princeton University looked particularly neat and handsome on him. The young man has a tall and straight figure, like a tree growing in the haze, instantly attracting people's attention.

Even though he didn't fit in with the other boys who wore various limited edition luxury sneakers, because of his handsome appearance, he quickly became a celebrity in the school within a week of enrollment. According to Mrs. Lauren, nearly half of the female students in their experimental class had a crush on him.

Mrs. Lauren looked at the young man who stood against the wall without saying a word and sighed deeply. The other parents had a lot to say, especially Roland's mother, who came from the best family in the class. Roland's family background was indeed very good. His biological father was a very famous person in City W. He often showed his face on TV. Maybe because he was too busy with his work and was busy all year round, he only had such a son when he was 40 years old. Naturally, he loved him as a treasure. His grades were so terrible that even dogs would shake their heads at them, yet he was forcefully placed into Princeton University's best experimental class.

Unfortunately, he was surrounded by a group of high school students with the least ability to distinguish right from wrong. His "lack of ambition" is seen as "freedom" and

is precisely because of this that Mrs. Lauren had always been skeptical that Kyle would start a fight

case. Roland's father was about to retire, but Madam Warren was young and beautiful. Anyone could tell at a glance

hand was an ability. Since she had a son such as Roland, Madam Warren could do whatever she wanted in City W. As soon as she heard that there was an unknown poor boy who beat her sweetheart into the hospital, she was so angry that she almost broke the manicure

bodyguards to put Kyle in a sack, carry him back and let her son give him a good beating. However, this guy was cunning. As soon as he left the school gate, he disappeared in the crowd. Madam Warren

looked at her son's bruised and swollen face with distress. She said coldly, "Mrs. Lauren, why hasn't the poor boy's parents come yet? What's wrong? Not only does he like to beat people, but he is also