Mr. President Perfect
Tristan yelled, Josh and Tristan’s hands colliding in a flash of plastered joy.
The second point was given to them once again, forcing Jam to take a break to speak with his teammates.
“Mr. President, not bad,” Tristan clicked his tongue.
Josh rolled his eyes and replied with a cold tone, “Yes, you too.”
Suddenly, the door burst open. A man in a tight black shirt with a muscular body and a buzz cut entered—it was River. Behind him was his stepfather, wearing a mask of disappointment and dissatisfaction, dressed in a suit that looked terrifyingly professional.
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