At Lowell Restaurant.
Only after those people left did Glen finally dare to take a deep breath.
With a hint of dissatisfaction in his face, he hooked Wayne Carlton's arm, "Bro, why didn't you say you knew her earlier? Not cool."
It was really awkward to be caught badmouthing someone by the person themselves, and Caroline Edwin's gaze was hard for him to read, making him feel uneasy.
Picking up the water cup on the table, he gulped down several mouthfuls, refreshing himself. Only then did he feel the pressure lighten a bit.
"..."
Wayne Carlton rubs his forehead. If he wasn't mistaken, this guy should be at least considered a rich second generation, right?
But Glen didn't have the characteristics of rich second generations. He can't fight, can't race cars, and even more, he can't gamble, engage in sex, or chase prostitutes.
All of this was okay, but at least have some backbone. He's such a coward for badmouthing people like a dog.
