"You guys at Winters Spirits already have the Greater Sinian Region distribution rights for ten famous whiskey and brandy brands, and it’s still not enough? Looks like Mr. Vaughn is forming a football team with this lineup?" The Number One Codian continued to lighten the mood: "Even the goalkeeper position can’t be missed out? Could we be exaggerating a bit with Stark?"
"The way Mr. Sterling puts it, it does seem a bit exaggerated. Luckily, we’re representing a European powerhouse team composed of European players." With a smile as soothing as a spring breeze, Leo Vaughn responded to Gordon Sterling’s comnt about the football team.
"What? Are you looking down on Lowe-Fairmont Tipples, representing Celestar in the World Cup? Seems like I need to consider switching to a more dedicated agent." Gordon Sterling always liked to take things to the extre.
As long as Gordon Sterling is willing, everything is a minefield.
The National Heartthrob hadn’t even had a chance to save the situation before his own sister stabbed him in the back: "Switch! Definitely switch! The world may be vast, but only the Ambassador is qualified to represent the Master’s liquor."
She had long wanted to replace the chairman of Winters Spirits’ board with her own Winters Ambassador, echoing Gordon Sterling in a very unique way.
For so reason, the last ti Artie Vaughn saw Gordon Sterling, he was incredibly scared, but this ti, it seed like there was no psychological burden.
"I don’t score own goals."
Though Artie had moved on, Gordon Sterling still held so resentnt in his heart.
One unexpected incident after another seemingly began with the appearance of "The Wrestling Siren."
Initially, Gordon Sterling was also not fond of Sumr Fairmont.
Once he learned Sumr Fairmont’s true identity, he backed off.
He could argue against anything and anyone, even Artie Vaughn, but he dared not provoke the sister that the Jilted had not yet recognized.
Gordon Sterling understood his position in Sean Lowell’s heart.
Five years ago, he exploited the fact that Sean Lowell had been jilted fifty tis, indirectly leading to Sean Lowell’s withdrawal from school.
Yet, back then, Sean Lowell never uttered a word against him.
Though his thods might have been a bit extre, Sean Lowell knew Gordon Sterling ant no harm.
After eight years together, Sean Lowell rarely lost his temper around Gordon Sterling.
In fact, Sean Lowell seldom got angry with anyone.
Even towards Tina, he rely chose to keep his distance.
Whether it was a people-pleasing personality or Stockholm syndro, in Sean Lowell’s view, these were his own issues.
He saw no reason and would not take out his anger on others.
But everyone has their trigger.
Sean Lowell’s trigger was his sister, Sumr Lowell.
Sumr Fairmont didn’t involve herself in the conversation between Gordon Sterling and the Vaughn Siblings; she nonchalantly checked Artie Vaughn, who had almost tripped, to ensure he wasn’t hurt.
Accustod to falling, Artie Vaughn had long gained experience on how to protect himself.
The Wrestling Siren fearlessly wore ten-centiter stiletto heels on a rough path, waiting for Sean Lowell to co by today.
Standing at a natural height of 172 cm, Artie Vaughn rarely wore high heels in outdoor settings, and when he did, they were never this high and slender.
After finishing her inspection, Sumr Fairmont looked up and thanked Sean Lowell.
Then, she helped Artie Vaughn navigate the uneven path.
Sean Lowell hadn’t even had a chance to say "you’re welco" before Sumr Fairmont had already turned away.
The Winters Ambassador was led away, half-turning regretfully as he left Master Sean Lowell’s side.
Artie Vaughn, walking along without watching where he was going, felt incredibly secure and was unaware that his next step would land on a smooth, round pebble.
In a flash, faster than lightning, Sumr Fairmont kicked the rock away at the very second Artie Vaughn was about to sprain his foot for the second ti in a minute, just as it was about to et the heel of The Devilish Lolita’s shoe.
Sumr Fairmont remained expressionless and silent, simply and quietly clearing the muddy path for Artie Vaughn.
Leo Vaughn, preempted by Sumr Fairmont, watched in a daze as Artie Vaughn and Sumr Fairmont’s silhouettes disappeared in the distance.
In the past five years, he, as a brother, hadn’t been this attentive in taking care of Artie Vaughn.
Compared to him, the National Heartthrob who appeared only once a year, Artie Vaughn truly had a National Bestie by his side.
Unlike Leo Vaughn’s distraction, the serene Master Sean Lowell felt waves of emotion inside.
Seeing Sumr Lowell, the suffocating feeling that had always existed in Sean Lowell’s heart vanished.
He no longer had any leftover energy to focus on himself.
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