Back to the Past Breaking the Love Spell (Carlisle Zahn) novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379 

Sarah nearly lost her temper. She couldn’t believe Gareth could be so rude as to condescend to her like this. How could anyone with zero emotional intelligence and 

decorum like him be a successful businessman? 

He must have inherited the company from his father or grandfather. That had to be it. 

At the thought of this, Sarah did not bother concealing the scorn in her eyes as she 

asked softly, “Do you think I’m too young to be a worthy connection, Mr. Spencer?” 

“At least you figured that out for yourself,” Gareth said, crossing his legs as he shot 

her an indifferent glance. 

When Max looked into Carlisle’s background, he had taken notes on a couple of 

worthwhile instances from the latter’s high school life. 

One of them had been his failed romantic pursuit of Sarah, who had played Carlisle 

for a fool. 

Sarah tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and said, “I don’t think a person’s worth is dictated by their age, Mr. Spencer. You’re a good example of that. 

“It’s impressive how you’ve curated the most popular wine in the nation at such a young age, and I believe you’re a role model for aspiring entrepreneurs like us. 

“I approached you in hopes of learning about your experience and your take on the 

business world.” 

“Guess you’re in for a disappointment, then. I inherited the company, so I have no worthy experience to speak of,” Gareth drawled, not sounding very apologetic at all. 

He had seen the scorn in her eyes earlier. She obviously thought of him as an unrefined, philandering sción. He might as well act the part. 

“In that case, I’m sorry for bothering you. Have a good evening, Mr. Spencer,” Sarah said in a clipped tone as she turned on her heels and left. 

She saw no point in continuing a conversation with someone who clearly had no interest in being civil. 

Max remarked, “That young lady has the potential to become a great businesswoman. With proper instruction, she could be a force of nature.” 

Gareth shook his head. “She may have business acuity, but she doesn’t have the makings of a fine businesswoman. Also, she’s too greedy for her own good. I doubt she could make it as an entrepreneur.” 

Max countered in amusement, “Last I checked, greed and business went hand in 

hand.” 

“Why must you always pick a fight with me?” Gareth asked, rolling his eyes in 

exasperation. 

An hour into the performance, it was Sarah’s turn to go up on stage and perform a jazz dance number. She had paid 5000 dollars for one–on–one lessons with a professional dance instructor. 

With her fair looks and skimpy dance outfit, Sarah won the audience over. One might even say she had what it took to compete against a third–rate celebrity. 

Some students had already listed her as one of the top ten belles on campus. 

When the dance was over, Sarah bowed to the audience. 

Derek took to the microphone once more and said, “What a spectacular 

performance! Who would’ve thought our freshmen had such unbridled talent? 

“Let us give the beautiful dancer, Ms. Sarah Gates, a huge round of applause!” 

The audience obliged and burst into thunderous applause. 

Luna then said, “Next up, we have Carlisle Zahn, a freshman from Class 2 of the e- 

commerce department who will be performing a song for us tonight!” 

With that, she turned and began walking backstage. 

A few students in the audience began to question Luna’s announcement. “What the 

heck?” 

“Did Luna forget her script?” 

“Yeah! Why didn’t she mention the song title?” 

Even Derek was stumped. He had never expected Luna, of all people, to forget her lines. 

He decided to save the day. Derek smiled as he took over the microphone. “The song Carlisle will be performing this evening is…” 

The smile slipped from his face when he glanced at the card in his hand and realized it was blank. There was no song title written under Carlisle’s name. 

He mentally cursed the person who had made the card. There must have been a 

mistake. 

“So what song is it?” someone asked in the audience. 

“Yeah, tell us already! Is it Copperhead?” 

“I can’t believe this clown is a host.” 

The audience grew restless and began hurling insults at Derek, who wanted nothing more than to burrow into a hole in the ground. 

He should have looked at the card before going out on the stage. He was only trying to help Luna, but it seemed his good intentions were misplaced and had put him in 

trouble.