<b>Chapter </b><b>265</b>
Carlisle’s response was as blunt as it was brutal.
Daniel’s smile slipped from his face. “What<b>, </b>is it because of my looks?”
Carlisle chuckled and said, “No, you’re actually pretty good–looking.”
“Then why do you make it sound like my looks are my downfall?” Daniel demanded in puzzlement.
Rolling his eyes, Carlisle pointed out, “Because looks aren’t all that matters.”
“I’m rich too, if that helps. Aren’t chicks into rich and handsome men?” Daniel asked in exasperation.
“Not all of them,” Carlisle said solemnly. “You’d be surprised that most of them value love more than anything else. If you’re serious about Christine, you could try and pursue her.”
In an era where the Inte had yet to be advanced<b>, </b>love was a straightforward matter and untainted by worldly views.
Once the inte started gaining traction alongside modern movies and novels, women might have different standards for love.
When that happened, women would either fantasize about fictional men or envision themselves as the
lead character of a romance novel or movie.
In all fairness<b>, </b>not all women would develop such oundish expectations, at least not in the present age.
More importantly<b>, </b><b>the </b>women in this present age <b>might </b>not even want love. Some of them–like Sarah-
might seek materialfort instead.
Birds of a feather flocked together<b>, </b><b>as </b>the saying went. Sarah and Sienna were more likely than not <b>to</b>
want the same things out of a rtionship.
Daniel swallowed a mouthful of oatmeal and said with determination, <b>“</b><b>I’ll </b>convince Christine to go out
with me.” He then grinned mischievously at Carlisle as he asked, “Would you mind passing her a note forOriginal from N?velDrama.Org.
me?”
Carlisle countered dryly, “Where’s the romance <b>in </b>that? She might <b>think </b>youck sincerity if you have me
deliver the note for you. Do it yourself if you’re serious about pursuing her.”
Daniel froze. “Really? But… who even delivers their own love notes these days<b>?</b><b>”</b>
“Why are you following the masses<b>?</b><b>” </b>Carlisle argued<b>, </b>“Everyone has their own way of dealing with
romance. And if you want to show your sincerity at all, you should deliver the note yourself!”
“Fine, then,” Daniel eded. He thought Carlisle made a rather good point.
He was already thinking about the content he would put into that note and how he could deliver <b>it </b><b>to </b>Christine without humiliating himself.
<b>2/2</b>
That afternoon, Lawrence <b>rallied </b>the <b>students </b><b>for </b>a hiking <b>trip</b>.
The military training that morning had left the students exhausted; and now<b>, </b>they wouldn’t <b>stop </b>moaning as they trudged their way up the mountain.
<b>To </bmemorate the asion, Lawrence took a photo of the students with a camera he had borrowed. They did not begin their descent until it was around 6:00 pm.
The drive back to Rivend University was quiet. Most of the students had fallen into a deep slumber from exhaustion.
It was at that moment <b>that </b>Carlisle received a call from Sean. “Carlisle, sorry about yesterday. I got caught up with some stuff, but I’m free to drop by your ceter.”
“That’s fine by me,” Carlisle replied.
After hanging up the phone, he closed his eyes and slept.
It was past 8:00 pm when the students reached campus.
Carlisle dragged his aching and exhausted body to the dorm. Having washed up and put on a change of
clothes, he wrote a check and went <b>out </b>of campus to meet with Sean.
They agreed to meet at a nearby diner. After ordering a couple of things off the menu, Carlisle handed
Sean the check and said, “We’re racing against time here, so get the job done as soon as possible.”
Sean reached for the check with both hands, his grip tentative as he stared at the figure. He swore his
heart nearly leapt out of his throat when he counted the zeroes.
“Impressive as ever, Carlisle. I don’t know how you could so casually hand over a huge sum of money like
this,” he praised.
Carlisle helped himself to the dishes and said through a mouthful of food, “Go and incorporate thepany tomorrow. I want 51% of the shares, and the remaining 49% is yours to distribute as you like.”
Sean’s eyes widened. “Carlisle, are <b>you</b>…”
The check was for a million dors. By giving Sean a 49% stake in thepany, Carlisle was as good as
offering him 490 thousand dors!
Sean suddenly grew ashamed of whining about Carlisle not being a good friend.
Carlisle looked up at him and said inly
Sean’s eyes turned red
“<b>I </b>truly think of you as a friend, Sean.”
everything <i>you </i>ask of <b>me </b>tears as he choked out, “I won’t go against you anymore, Carlisle. I’ll <b>do</b>
even if it means dying. I don’t deserve to live after what I did to you!”