Daddy the Miracle Medic (Lachlan and Miranda) novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334 What Does This Represent?

A group of rich second-generation kids looked at Lachlan with disdain and mockery in their eyes.

"Haha, look at this poor guy. He thinks he can ride in our school's beauty queen's car?"

"The floor mats in the car are cleaner than his face!"

"If he dirties it, he won't be able to afford to pay for it!"

"A hundred bucks for a taxi is enough. Why doesn't he just pick it up? Haha..."

They were teasing him like a fool, pointing at the bills on the ground.

These rich second-generation kids usually hung out with Maxwell. If Maxwell wanted to bully Lachlan, they naturally followed suit and humiliated him.

This guy didn't look like anyone important anyway. He dressed poorly and looked like a country bumpkin. And how could someone not even have a car?

The people these rich second-generation kids usually associated with were all wealthy and powerful individuals, so they thought they had good judgment when it came to people.

So they didn't take Lachlan seriously at all.

Lachlan's face was still!

He thought that this grand reception was specially arranged by Altha himself but now realized that he had been mistaken.

The person who came to pick him up wouldn't even let him ride in their car?

"Mr. Willis, my grandfather sent me here to pick you up but never said how I should do it."

"I can take you where you need to go; just follow us in a taxi."

Penelope sneered arrogantly and ignored Lachlan completely.

"Fine then, lead the way while driving your own car," said Lachlan as he took a deep breath and decided not to stoop down to these rich second-generation kids' level of immaturity.

His goal was this medical exchange conference, specifically finding that Thousand-Year Snow Lotus plant!

Having experienced the ups and downs, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and even several life-and-death struggles, Lachlan couldn't be bothered to get angry with these people.

In his eyes, these rich second-generation individuals were not much different from a group of rebellious kids. Their behavior, to Lachlan, was nothing short of childish.

Bending down, he picked up the hundred-dollar bill. In the next moment, with a flick of his hand, it flew back into Maxwell's pocket. Money might be dirty, but it was also sacred, and at the very least, it deserved some basic respect.

Seeing this move, Penelope and the other rich second-generation individuals were momentarily stunned, showing a hint of surprise. However, immediately after, they burst into mocking laughter.

"What are you doing? Practicing circus tricks?"

"You probably learned that during your military training right?"

"You're insane dude!"

Penelope rolled her eyes muttering "boring" before hopping onto her Maserati.

Maxwell and other rich second-generation heirs got into their cars one by one. They all had almost one car each, but not a single seat was offered to Lachlan because they thought he wasn't worthy.

"Sir, follow that Maserati," Lachlan said to the taxi driver.

At 10:30 in the morning, an Audi Q7 with Edoland license plates entered Wintervale Manor resort. Romeo and Harlow got out of the car after parking.