Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 124 Knelt and Called Me Daddy

Chapter 124 Knelt and Called Me Daddy

When Charlotte came downstairs after changing her clothes, Nelson was already waiting for her. With the puppy in her arms, she made a soft request, "Mr. Clark, may I bring Magnolia along? If I leave it at home, it will be like this..."

As she spoke, she gently placed the little puppy on the ground and took a few steps away. Magnolia immediately whimpered and stretched out its two paws, embracing her legs. It was acting extremely coquettish, clearly showed its uneasiness in the new environment, and reluctant to leave Charlotte.

Nelson remained indifferent and said, "You can spoil it now, but what will you do when you go back to school in the future?"

Charlotte clasped her hands together, looking pitifully at him, "Please, I am begging you."

Nelson hesitated and said, "Only... For this one time."

Charlotte immediately thanked him, "Thank you!"

She bent down and picked up the little puppy and held its two paws up, "Quick. Say, thank you!"

Magnolia acted fierce and barked, "Woof! Woof!"

Charlotte smiled and gently stroked the puppy's head, "You are so well-mannered."

Nelson was speechless and thought to himself, "I wonder how you find this little puppy being well- mannered?"

It was Waylon who drove the car. Charlotte sat in the back seat, completely focused on playing with the puppy. Waylon curiously asked, "Ms. Lopez, when did you get a puppy?"

Charlotte replied softly, "Today. When Mr. Clark took me out to buy ice cream, someone gave it to me as a gift."

Waylon gave a meaningful look at Nelson, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat. Then, he thought to himself, "Not bad. Mr. Clark even knows how to take the young lady out for ice cream."

Motor vehicle racing was explicitly prohibited by the laws of Guabia, but where there was a will, there was a way. Some people were willing to take the risk and engage in these gray industries. There were three or four racetracks in Seyso. The one that Michael and the others went to was the largest in Seyso, the No. 1 Automobile Circuit. It had been operating for decades, but nobody knew who owned it, and no one cared. They were just there to have fun and it didn't matter whose turf it was.

Today, Michael was going to participate in the race. So, he wore a racing suit. He already had a delicate appearance, and wearing the suit added a touch of handsomeness, making him shine and attracting everyone's attention.

Before the official race started, people were chatting amongst themselves. Michael's friend, Bentley who he met after coming to Seyso, asked in a low voice, "Michael, is Mr. Clark really coming?" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Before Michael could answer, a man with a glass of red wine in his hand and dyed blond hair had already started talking, "You believe him? I don't know what kind of relative he is to the Clark family, but how dare he is to boast about inviting Mr. Clark... Who do you think Mr. Clark is? I heard even the president has to make an appointment to see him."

Since Michael came to Seyso without revealing his true identity, he used the guise of being a distant relative of the Clark family. Even though that status was prestigious enough, the group led by the blond-haired man was still particularly displeased with him. It was because Michael was relatively young, excelled in racing, looked good, and knew how to make girls happy.

Earlier, what pushed Michael to make that impulsive claim, that he could invite Nelson to watch the race was deliberately provoked by those people.

As soon as the blond-haired man spoke, others immediately chimed in, "Exactly, his boasting is way too much. He might as well claim that the Prime Minister is coming!"

"Hehehe. Even the Prime Minister is more realistic than Mr. Clark coming. Besides, isn't people saying that Mr. Clark is seriously ill?"

"Yes, I've heard that too. Michael, next time tries to be more modest when bragging. After all, loose lips sink ships, right?"

"Haha. You guys, stop it. If you make Michael feel embarrassed now, it might affect his performance in the race later."

Michael was speechless.

Bentley tugged at Michael's sleeve, "Michael, don't bother it. They're doing it on purpose to make you lose the race..."

Michael snorted, and a mischievous smile appeared on his innocent, angelic face. He reached out and placed his hand on the blond-haired man's shoulder, "What if Mr. Clark does come today?"

The blond-haired man took a sip of wine and sneered, "If Mr. Clark comes, I'll kneel and call you daddy."

"Oh, no. How can I take that?" Michael raised an eyebrow mischievously and said gently, "How about this? Today, Mr. Clark will bring a young girl with him. You can kneel and call that young girl daddy."

Michael hadn't forgotten that it was only when Charlotte nodded that Nelson agreed to come. If Charlotte hadn't nodded, he would still be standing here, subject to ridicule, and it might even affect his race later. That would please those bunch of his friends.

"You're talking as if it's real." The blond-haired man didn't take it seriously and thought Michael was just bluffing. He said, "If Mr. Clark comes, not just me, all my friends will kneel and call that young girl daddy!"

Others chimed in, "Haha. That's right. We are waiting, Michael!"

The blond-haired man continued, "If Mr. Clark doesn't come..."

He smiled slightly, his voice was playful, "Just tell everyone during the school meeting on Monday that you, Michael Braxton are a failure. How about that?

Others burst into laughter and giggles.

Bentley's face turned red, "How can you be so shameless?"

"Shameless? How am I shameless?" The blond-haired man looked innocent, "Bentley, you have to be fair. If I lose, I'll accept the punishment, and Michael should have his punishment also, right?"

He provocatively looked at Michael and his expression looked like he was saying, " You are such a baby boy".

Michael remained calm and fearless, "Well, I can't wait to see you kneeling and calling someone daddy later."

The blond-haired man didn't get angry either and responded, "I'm not sure who will be the loser."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chubby figure swept by like a whirlwind, accidentally bumping into Bentley. That man was in a hurry and didn't even have time to apologize, only managing to make a gesture of apology from afar before rushing out with a group of waiters, who were following him.

Bentley asked, "Isn't that chubby manager usually very diplomatic? What happened to him today? Is there a ghost chasing him?"

The blond-haired man furrowed his brow too and said, "From the looks of it, there must be some big shots coming. The chubby manager is probably rushing to welcome them..."

As he said that, he raised an eyebrow.

Big shot?

Could it be...

He glanced at Michael and thought to himself, "Impossible! That's impossible!"

Meanwhile, the chubby manager, with his team, rushed to the entrance like a whirlwind. He wiped his sweat and casually stopped a waiter, "Is my hair messy? Is my clothing disheveled?"

The waiter hurriedly replied, "No, not at all. Everything looks perfect. Don't worry, it's all fine!"

The chubby manager breathed a sigh of relief but still adjusted his collar, saying seriously, "When he is here, don't say a word. We don't want to offend the important person, do you understand?"