Sarah <b>thought</b><b>, </b>“Trance and <b>Oliver</b>? <b>Those </b><b>two </b><b>are </b><b>practically </b>celebrities. Shermaine <b>knows </b>them<b>? </b>No <b>way</b>. She’s probably lying
<b>She’d </b>seen <b>plenty </b><b>of </b><b>people </b>name–drop <b>big </b>shots just <b>to </b>make themselves look more important. Most of the time, it was all <b>talk</b>, just a way to boost <b>own </b><b>image</b><b>. </b>
Sarah <b>was </b>about <b>to </b>say something, but Owen jumped in.
<b>“</b><b>When </b>Trance came to Wallington for Sheary’s birthday, I forgot to get a photo with him,” he said with a sigh.
<b>“</b><b>Man</b>, what a missed chance. I did snap a bunch of pics, though. If he everes back to Wallington, Sheary, you better let me know so I can grab a selfie <b>with </b>him next time.<b>” </b>
Trance wasn’t Joshua’s rival in love anymore, so a photo was a must–have for the memories. Despite his age, Owen kept up with the trends. He devoured sweet romance novels and watched ball games with crowds of young guys.
Sarah swallowed the dismissive words that rose to her throat. She knew better than to voice them now, unless she wanted to be the target of everyone’s mockery.
Kylie’s grip on the spoon in her hand tightened at Owen’s words.
Back when she was abroad, the only man who caught her eye was Trance. But that man had turned her down over and over, even when she’d gone to him personally. All he said was, “I’ve got someone I like. Stay away from me.”
As far as she knew, that “someone” was the genius Professor Shue, who made headlines across top universities at a ridiculously young <b>age</b><b>. </b>
But Professor Shue was like <b>a </b>ghost–always vanishing before Kylie could catch a glimpse. Every time she tried <b>to </b>meet her<b>, </b>she either hit <b>a </b>dead end or got turned away.
Everyone knew that in their circles, people were pretty liberal when it came to rtionships. Most of them lost their virginity by sixteen. They believed in sexual freedom and living wild–nothing conservative about their lifestyle at all.
But Trance kept his distance from women just for that one Professor Shue. In a world full of libertines, he was practically a saint.
To Kylie, that was humiliation. She couldn’t believe Trance was one of Shermaine’s best friends. That was interesting.
But Kylie had lost interest in Trance. Now, she found herself far more intrigued by Joshua.
She craved the thrill of a new challenge. As for Trance, she could always pursue himter. She’d never tried a man from Wallington before, and she was curious what that might feel like.
On the other end, Jameson had no intention of going to Jason’s graduation party.
But the moment he heard Natalieining that Ruth had thrown Shermaine’s party right upstairs from Jason’s, even poaching all the guests Natalie had invited, he was instantly furious. ‘Ruth really had some nerve. Did she seriously think I wouldn’t dare divorce her?!
Natalie asked, “Jameson, are you noting? Jason,seems like he wants to talk to you.”
“I’m on my way,” Jameson replied.
“Alright, Jason and I will be waiting.”
Not only did Jameson decide to show up himself, but he also told his assistant to invite a bunch of people <b>to </b>celebrate Jason’s graduation.
His assistant worked fast. Shortly after Jameson arrived, a stream of business associates began showing up, all eager to show him respect. Most <b>of </b><b>them </b>were men<b>, </b><b>of </b>course.
As far <b>as </b><b>they </b><b>were </b><b>concerned</b>, it <b>was </b><b>perfectly </b><b>normal </b>for men <b>to </b><b>have </b>affairs and <b>fool </b><b>around </b><b>outside </b><b>their </b>mardages.
<b>None </b>of <b>them </b><b>batted </b>an eye <b>at </b><b>Jameson </b><b>having </b><b>a </b>mistress <b>and </b>an illegitimate <b>child</b>. After all<b>, </b><b>they </b><b>had </b><b>their </b><b>secrets </b><b>too</b>. <b>They </b>just weren’t bad <b>be </b><b>so </b>open <b>about </b>it<b>. </b>
<b>Jason’s </b><b>graduation </b><b>party quickly </b><b>picked </b>up momentum, with guests mingling and the atmosphere grew more festive <b>by </b>the <b>minute</b>.
During <b>the </b>celebration<b>, </b>Jason approached his father with an idea that had been brewing in his mind. “Dad, I’m thinking <b>about </b><b>starting </b><b>up </b><b>a </b><b>gaming </b><bpany </b><b>this summer</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>he said casually.
<b>Jameson </b><b>didn’t </b><b>miss </b><b>a </b>beat<b>. </b>His response was immediate and enthusiastic. “Absolutely. How much funding do you need? <b>I’ll </b>cover <b>it</b><b>,</b><b>” </b><b>he </b><b>replied </b><b>without </b><b>hesitation</b><b>. </b>
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<b>“</b>Ten million dors,<b>” </b><b>Jason </b>stated.
“Sure<b>. </b>No problem <b>at </b>all,” Jameson answered with a smile.
To Jameson<b>, </b>ten million dors was pocket change. Even if Jason asked for another ten million dors, he’d dly give it. Since Jason <b>wanted </b><b>to </b><b>prove </b>himself and stand on his own two feet, Jameson was more than happy to support him.
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