Chapter 3

Team spirit? The mention of this only enraged me.

Where was his team spirit when I was forced to hand in all of my bottled water in my past lifetime, and ended up so thirsty that my throat cracked, and eventually left burning alive under the sun? However, I had tolerated him this far, and another one or two hours more would not make a difference. I would just have to find a chance to sneak off later.

"Fine. I'll be there." The only thing left to do was to give in to his demand.

Besides Howard, seven other women were not back yet. Even though Howard and Yvette were the ones who left me under the sun to die in the field, none of the other women felt sorry for me, and they watched me dehydrate and die.

Sometimes, one could be an accomplice by being silent, and there was no reason for me to warn them about what was to come.

"Is this the servant you got for us, good-looking? Is one enough for all of us to order around?" One of the women said unhappily.

"What servant?" I questioned moodily.

I was out having supper at this time in my past lifetime. Naturally, I had no idea what Howard was up to.

"Didn't I tell you before? Ladies need to be pampered. If you want to win their hearts, you need to treat them like princesses! I'm teaching you how to get the girl. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and serve these princesses!" Howard yelled at me.

Every woman around us instantly voiced out their agreement.

"Mr. Enders is such a charmer! It's no wonder the ladies love you so much."

"You're what we call a real man! Unlike someone selfish who thinks he's so great!"

"Some men are fakers. They pretend to push women away, yet lust after them secretly, but not Mr. Enders."

I did nothing since I arrived, but every woman rolled their eyes at me, especially my girlfriend, Yvette, who looked at me like I was a failure.

"We live in modern times now, and there are no longer any princesses. We're all equal!" I said while trying my best to hold back my anger.

"Look at yourself. Didn't I say women would find you repulsive? It's a wonder that you managed to find yourself a girlfriend. I bet she still refuses to let you touch her," Howard said gleefully.

All the women around laughed immediately, and Yvette turned red from embarrassment. She turned her face away, refusing to look at me. Their horrible words hurt my ears. "You're an instructor. How can you allow them to speak that way?"

"Come on. Are you mad over a couple of words? You're a man. The woman is always right, and you're wrong. Apologize to the princesses right now!" Howard rolled his eyes, placing the blame on me instead.

I tried hard to suppress my anger. I had to remember not to ruin my plan at this critical moment.

"Fine. If you refuse to apologize, consider using actions to demonstrate your remorse. How about massaging every princess' feet?" Howard said while raising an eyebrow. His suggestion won the cheers of the women.

"That sounds like a great idea! I've had an exhausting day, and I need someone to pamper me."

"But he's Yvette's boyfriend. How can he massage other women when he has a girlfriend?"

"It's fine. We're all Yvette's besties. If he can't treat us well, how could he treat Yvette well?"

All the women started shouting, acting as if they could not wait to tear me apart.

"No! No way!" I threw an upset glance at Yvette, hoping she could help me out of this. Even though she caused my death in my past lifetime, we had grown up together, after all, and we had been together since graduating from high school.

Even if her feelings for me were not deep, there was no way she could tolerate others treating me this way, but Yvette's next words made my heart sink. "Mr. Enders is right, Nathan. You're just a self-absorbed faker who pushes women away when you're really lusting after them."