Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 125 Can't Argue With You

Chapter 125 Can't Argue With You

The waiters quickly nodded their heads.

At this moment, an inconspicuous black car slowly drove over. The fat manager glanced at the license plate number and blinked. He quickly and nervously pulled his sleeve with a very official smile on his face, waiting to open the car door.

However, the car stopped and the person in the driver's seat got out of the car and opened the rear door directly.

The fat manager was very cautious and quickly stood respectfully aside.

The night breeze in April was a bit cool, and when it blew by, it made people chilly. The fat manager carefully raised his eyes and saw a tall and slender man get out of the car. The powerful aura made him dare not even lift his head!

The man felt it was cold outside the car, so he took off his windbreaker jacket and put it on a little girl whom was tooken by him out of the car. With a hint of laughter in his attractive voice, he said, "You don't wear a jacket when you go out. Are you cold now?"

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, which made people think of strawberry-flavored glutinous rice and the misty rain in the South. She said, "Yeah, thank you."

The fat manager didn't dare to look up at all, but he saw a little dog in the little girl's arms at a glance. It was a Samoyed puppy with grape-like eyes. The dog stared at Mr. Clark fiercely.

The fat manager thought, "Alright... I'm not even as good as a dog now! This dog at least dares to stare at Mr. Clark!"

But on second thought, he told himself that this dog was raised by a female companion of Mr. Clark, so naturally, it had a different position. Finally, the fat manager felt psychologically balanced.

"Mr. Clark, "said the fat manager, "I have prepared a private box for you. Do I need to get everyone else out of here?"

"No need," Nelson said casually, "I just bring her here to take a look, and you can just do as usual."

The fat manager quickly nodded and said, "This way, please."

Nelson and Charlotte took a special passage and went directly to the private box, but the news of his arrival still spread widely.

With a snap, Peter fell his pokal on the ground.

"Huh?" Michael smiled maliciously and said, "This cup is made of a whole piece of crystal. What a pity if it is just dropped like this."

Peter said angrily, "It's impossible! Absolutely impossible! You're just a distant relative of the Clark family, how could you..."

One of Peter's men was about to cry and said, "It's true. Fatty personally went to meet him, and he's already in the box upstairs."

Michael, who was ill-disposed, folded his rams and said, "It seems that Mr. Matteo is not very willing to believe it. I can invite Mr. Clark to the observation deck to help you recognize him."

Then he smiled gently at Peter and turned around to leave.

Bentley was stunned and it took him a long time to calm down. He quickly pursued Michael and said, "Mr. Braxton, no! It's really impressive that you could invite Mr. Clark, but if you bother him

now..."

Michael grabbed Bentley's shoulder and said with a smile, "If it had been before, I would have been beaten by Mr. Clark. But now, a cute girl is with him. I believe that as long as she is around him, he won't do anything to me. Don't worry."

Bentley thought, "Why are you so blindly confident?"

Michael had just arrived on the second floor when he was stopped by the fat manager, "Sorry, Mr. Braxton..."

"I know, Mr. Clark is up there." Michael smiled and revealed his teeth, "Have you seen the little girl next to him?"

The fat manager nodded and said, "Yes."

Michael was a usual liar. At the age of three, he stole some cookies and blamed it on mice, and no one had ever doubted him. His acting skills were great, so he whispered, "That girl is my sister."

The fat manager opened his mouth in surprise.

Michael raised his index finger and hissed, "Don't tell others about this." Then he continued with some pride in his voice, "Otherwise, how do you think that I can invite Mr. Clark?"

The fat manager found it reasonable.

Michael patted the fat manager on the shoulder and said, "I'll talk to my sister. If you let me go up, Mr. Clark won't blame you."

The fat manager quickly said, "Okay, please."

Michael walked up to the second floor unobstructedly.

Bentley was stunned.

Michael knocked on the door of the private box and greeted Waylon, "Hello, Waylon."

Waylon replied, "Hello."

Michael pointed to the box and said, "Let me in, please."

Waylon looked back and saw Nelson nodding, then he moved away and said, "Please."

Michael smiled and said, "Thank you."

Charlotte was teasing Magnolia with the meat in her hand. When Magnolia smelled a stranger's taste, it turned its head. Michael said, "This dog is so cute!"

He reached out and touched the dog's head. Magnolia did not resist but purred twice. Charlotte smiled. "It likes you."

Michael took it for granted and said, "I'm so handsome and cute and everyone likes me."

Nelson said, "I don't like you. Go away."

Michael quickly said, "Hey, don't be so mean." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

He turned his head and blinked at Charlotte, saying, "Charlotte, I'm going to attend a game later. How about coming and seeing my racing car?"

Charlotte was startled and said, "Are you going to play? How old are you? How can you...before you reach adulthood?"

Michael shrugged his shoulders and said, "In a month, I will be seventeen years old. My father said that Mr. Clark dared to go on the track at the age of thirteen. If you don't believe me, you can ask

him."

Charlotte looked at Nelson incredulously.

Nelson shamelessly denied, "How could it be? I drove for the first time after obtaining my driver's license at the age of eighteen, and the speed did not exceed ninety yards."

Michael and Waylon were both speechless.

They thought, "Mr. Clark, how could you say that? If you started driving at the age of 18, then who was the legendary top racer in Kison Continent?"

Charlotte said to Michael, "You must have heard it through rumors. Mr. Clark said that he started driving after he got his driver's license at the age of eighteen."

Michael didn't know what to say and knew that he couldn't argue with Charlotte.

He coughed twice and said, "It's okay. Today's race won't be thrilling. Peter, that coward, tries to mess with me, but the person he has hired is not powerful at all..." Michael didn't give a specific evaluation, but just mocked, "Anyway, I will be the winner today. You can cheer me up!"

Charlotte still disagreed with Michael, "You are only sixteen years old now."

"Nothing," Michael grabbed Charlotte's arm and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Will you cheer me on?"

Charlotte found it difficult to refuse.

She said helplessly, "Alright...But I can't watch the car race here."

The box was just a private one to see stars in the dark sky and it was impossible to see any cars.