Babel Novel
Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Chapter 17 Patek Philippe Watch
After hearing Trevor‘s words, Evie burst into laughter before she glanced at him t enderly and said,
“Trevor, this is a French restaurant, so you won‘t find any rice h ere.”
“Alas, I really don‘t understand the lives of the wealthy,” Trevor said with a heavy sigh, feeling helpless.
“You will soon get used to it. By the way, I still haven‘t given you a birthday present!”
Saying that, she opened her latest LV handbag, and took out a box that was abou t the size of her
palm.
“This is a customized Patek Philippe watch. I
hired someone to specifically design it for you, and don‘t worry, it‘s not too expe nsive. It only worth five
hundred thousand dollars.”
With a gentle smile, Evie handed the box to him.
“Five hundred thousand! And you said it‘s not expensive? Dear sis, you‘re scaring me to death!”
Trevor‘s heart raced, but he had to keep calm because he did not want his sister t o look down upon
him.
He took the gift box and opened it. Inside it was a delicate wrist watch.
‘This damn thing costs five hundred thousand dollars? That‘s unbelievable! Trevo r thought to himself.
After they had lunch, he
rested for a while in the manor before he decided to go home. “Trevor, would you like me to drive you?”
Evie asked
Shaking his head, he replied, “No, I can go on my own, so why don‘t you carry on w ith your work?” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
Once people found out that he was wealthy, their attitudes toward him had chan ged a lot, so he was
unable to figure out their true intentions.
“Maybe, it is only possible to see their true colors when one is poor.‘
He actually wanted to live a
very normal and peaceful life, and did not want people to ingratiate themselves with him for the sake of
his wealth.
After saying goodbye to his sister, Trevor walked out of the Willard Villa and to the commercial street.
It was a place filled with hip youngsters and bosses.
He had been a little
self–abased in the past, but now, he owned all of the businesses in the commerci al street.
“I can‘t be so self–abased anymore. I have to slowly adapt to the wealthy lifestyle! ” Trevor said to
himself with determination. 1
That moment, he heard a familiar voice calling his name from behind him. “Trevor. What are you doing
here?”
He looked back and saw many of his acquaintances.
Bessie, Corrie, Bernard, and his sidekicks were about to walk into the Kisas Tenni s Club.
“Trevor! It‘s you, isn‘t it? Why didn‘t you reply to my texts?”
Bessie
seemed a little angry, because she had texted him a few hours ago, trying to apol ogize to him, but he
had not replied her. And now, he was caught wandering the s treets.
Feeling awkward, Trevor scratched his head. In fact, it was not that he had not wa nted to text her
back.
It
was just that when he was about to reply her, his father had called him, so he had forgotten to reply to
her.
Moreover, Bessie was also just pretending to be mad at him. She knew that Trevo r must have felt sad
when he was questioned by everyone in the hotel, so she sai d, “We‘re going to play tennis now, so
why don‘t you join us?”
But the next second, Bernard sneered, “Miss Taylor, a loser like him doesn‘t dese rve to play with us.”
Although Corrie remained silent, even her eyes were filled with contempt as she l ooked at Trevor. She
just did not want to be around him.
Bessie rolled her eyes at them, and said, “Enough, Bernard!”
She
was normally a very easy–going person, but it wasn‘t right for Bernard to go up a gainst the coach like
that.
Turning towards the entrance, Bernard waved and shouted, “Grant, here!” Everyone turned to look at
the man he was calling out to
Grant Norris was a handsome young man dressed in an Armani suit. Seeing them, he walked over to
them with a warm smile.
The moment he saw Bessie, his eyes lit up.
He bowed like a gentleman and smiled. “Miss Taylor, I‘ve already booked tennis c ourts for us. We can
go in now.”
Bessie also gave him a polite smile
and nodded. Then, everyone followed Grant into the tennis club.