BRUCE snapped his neck before he turned his head to see who was the bastard who dared to stop him. He was ready to say curses and burst into anger— he was already mad because of August in the first place— but he stopped when he saw who it was.

“Mr. C-Charles Remington,” Bruce mumbled with his voice cracking.

He blinked his eyes twice, unable to believe the sight beside him. He only saw Charles on television before. It was really hard for families not in the top ten to see someone from a high-ranking family, but now, it was like a dream come true.

‘This fucking pathetic commoner is also useful somehow!’ Bruce said at the back of his mind in ecstasy. ‘Father would be happy if I told him about this!’

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