"Mr. Wayle, I don't think your decision was fair. It's my fault," the entire gist awakens and sheaths to Caruss a strange shock while he indistinctly put forth in opposition to Mr. Wayle's consequences since he could not truly believe the aftereffect. "Young Pearson," Mr. Wayle turned around, chatted to him, tapping his shoulders, and gave him an eye. "I spoiled this brat too much," he added.  Caruss gulped up at what Mr. Wayle asserted even though it's hard for him to believe the rapid pace of the incident. "He needs a lesson," Mr. Wayle glanced at Greg once more while Caruss' eyes were trembling when he and Greg both had stared at each other. "I'm sorry for his mistreatment of you," Mr. Wayle's cold voice resembled discourtesy accompanied by an expression of an excuse. "Now I have realized that my son has badly need to learn to live with his own. I would let him live with you, to be in the reality right from his blood and endeav

A tremulous iris on Caruss's eyes has released when Greg approached closer. It was a total startlement for him since he could barely move from where he was standing as Greg drew nigher even more, with a smoky gaze and resentment. "W-what are y-you doing h-here?" Caruss caught an extending breathe from a paired saccular thoracic organs of his air-breathing vertebrate, as he made involuntary delays in asking. "Isn't it obvious?" Greg raised lines of hair above his eyes, looked to the other side, and stated in a strong and definite manner. "Of course, I finally conform to my father's order." He even conveyed displeasure and grumpiness. Caruss smirked for a moment as if he couldn't have a 'firm of conviction' from Greg-who was now very obedient. He felt hesitant on how to deal with him due to the overflowing lividity Greg had carried. "What about now? Why can't you just even speak to me, huh, fagot?" Greg raised his tone again. There was a sudden

As soon as Caruss reached his destination, Sandy's stern frown flashed across his face. He appeared worried and conflicted because he was running late for his first job. "I'm afraid you'd still have the courage to show up?" Sandy asked arrogantly, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't it seem embarrassing? This will be your first job, and you're already two minutes late?" Caruss inclined his back and apologized, "I am so sorry." "Go get some clothes and change," Sandy foregoing her statement as she handed the dress code to him. "When it comes to schedule, I am truly strict. So, be prompt on time and improve your work," she continued. Caruss was clueless that Sandy, his boss, was Gregory's kinsfolk. Gregory, likewise, has no transcendent entity that the jerk he despises has been employed and is working for his cousin. Sandy, on the other hand, lighthearted her concern with complete insouciance since she was no longer involved in Caruss and Gregory's mutual enmi

Caruss moved forward with impetuosity, rushing out to the condo, and drove his Lamborghini to the clubhouse so he could send Gregory home. Since Mr. Wayle had entrusted to him his hunk idol, therefore he still has to pick him up, even if he wanted to rest, even if Gregory chases him away and despises him to the point of death. After all, he still wants to forfend Mr. Wayle's trust in him. He then take action to the entrance with haste as soon as he got to the opulent clubhouse. Unfortunately, the watchmen refused to let him in, since the club was exclusive for the VIPs. He insisted though they can obviously see how pricey his Lamborghini parked across the street, he still can do nothing after he couldn't have presented any VIP voucher. Caruss was now in serious trouble and unsure how to get Gregory home. Then he decided to get back into his Lamborghini, hoping to make touch with Mr. Wayle again. Of a sudden, there was a fortuitous chance occured, he noticed a gay dad

When Caruss could no longer detain Gregory who carefully trying to uncover him, knowing that he would be slain directly in front, he exclaimed an obtrusive volume of sound just to surcease and desist his act, "Help! Can someone save me? Please help!" and Gregory was being entangled by his vociferating, which was obnoxious to hear.Fortunately, there's a sudden knock on the door which interrupted Gregory from removing the mask, and still lucky for Caruss that he will not be caught. Gregory, on the other hand, pretended to be clearheaded first like a usual person who doesn't being under the influence of too many liquors, as well as checking his breathing, calming his annoyed mind while having a sinuous walk, and lithe movements towards the room entrance. Then, a muscular crew burst into his sight at the door. "Sir, is there a problem here? I heard a scream asking for help," he inquired, peering behind him.But only a halcyon reply Gregory has responded and he even managed to crack a jo