Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

“How am I nasty?” Daniel was displeased. 

“Fuck, you masturbate in your bed every night. How can you not be nasty?” This was said by Dylan, who slept in the bunk below Daniel. 

Daniel slammed his fist against the mattress. “Dylan, do you have any evidence?” 

Dylan said flatly, “Our beds shake at 1:00 am or 2:00 am every night.” 

Daniel still denied it vehemently. “That wasn’t me!” 

Jasper gave Daniel a thumbs–up, “Dan, you’re growing more thick–skinned by the day. I really admire you.” 

Shane laughed at this. “Dan, you’re a grown–up now. We understand that you have desires.” 

Even Carlisle added, “Brat, you’d better control yourself.” 

“Oh my… did you all know about it?” Daniel’s face turned beet red. He had never made any noise 

throughout. How did the guys know about it? 

Carl was the exception, of course, as he had unfortunately caught Daniel doing it once before. 

How did the other roommates find out about it? 

Just as he contemplated this mystery, his roommates burst out laughing. 

At this time, someone knocked on the door again. Shane immediately went to open the door. 

Kelvin was standing at the door with a bruised and swollen face. 

Daniel laughed at the sight of him. “Kelvin, did you fall somewhere?” 

Kelvin walked into the dorm dejectedly, lay on the bed, and covered himself with a blanket as he cried. 

Daniel scorned. “Why’re you crying? You’re such a pussy.” 

The other roommates also ignored him. 

Kelvin had been so arrogant when he hung around Mike. Now that he had been abandoned, those he had offended before immediately got revenge on him. 

Carlisle ignored Kelvin and looked at Shane, asking, “Are you free later? Run some errands with me.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Shane hesitated before reply, “I… I have to go to my part–time job later.” 

“Part–time job? 

“Yes, the military training is over, sot have to work part–time during weekends.” 

Carlisle told him, “Stop your part–time job. I’ll find you a lucrative business to do soon.” 

“Huh?” Shane looked at Carlisle in shock. 

Was Carlisle giving him the chance to make money? 

After breakfast, Carlisle went to the bank with Shane and Daniel. 

He had promised to sponsor Olivia 100 thousand dollars for her mother’s subsequent medical expenses. While they were at the bank to do the transfer, Shane told Carlisle that both Olivia and he did not have a bank account. 

They had been using cash all along. 

“Open a bank account then. It’s dangerous to carry so much cash on you,” came Carlisle’s reply. 

There were a lot of motorcycle muggers lately. Carlisle did not want to give Shane the 100 thousand dollars in cash. 

Shane didn’t bring his identity card with him, so he had to go back to the dorm to get it. 

It was already noon by the time the transfer was done. 

Carlisle then brought the two people to the game studio to surf the Internet. 

Elsewhere, Max led Lethan to the door of a private room at Imperial Hotel. 

Lethan was feeling anxious at this moment. He had asked Shein about Scarlet Corporation, who in turn only told him that the corporation was very amazing. 

After hearing the last name of the chairman, Shein made a bold guess. 

Lethan was a little weak in the knees when he heard Shein mentioning the person’s name. 

Max pushed the door open and said with a smile, “Mr. Warbane, please go in.” 

Lethan took a deep breath, braced himself, and walked into the private room. 

There was only a normal–sized dining table in the private room. A good–looking young man was sitting in the main seat, wearing a white suit, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

He was holding half a glass of red wine and looking at Lethan with a smile. 

Lethan only felt scared as he forced himself to smile, “Mr. Spencer…” 

Gareth gestured for him to sit down with a lazy smile. “Mr. Warbane, please sit down. You’re a pioneer in Riverland’s fashion industry. It’s only a meal, there’s no need to be so nervous.