Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1772

Chapter 1772: Older Than You

Kiki quietly asked Anderson, "Hey, Westbrook, is this the same Saunders family that I know?"

Anderson replied wordlessly, "How would I know which Saunders family you're talking about?"

"Oh, it's that one, right?" Kiki couldn't remember how to phrase it.

"That one? Which one is that?" Anderson glanced at her disdainfully and muttered, "What an idiot."

In reality, he knew that the Saunders family referred to Felix's family, with whom his father had a close relationship.

Kiki slumped in her seat, pouting. Anderson's disdainful look made her even more dissatisfied.

After Ms. Zhang finished introducing Westbrook, she told him, "Alright, for today, you can sit in the back. Tomorrow, I'll rearrange the seating."

Westbrook nodded and happily bounced to the back. There was an empty seat between Anderson and Kiki.

That was intentionally left by Anderson to keep his distance from Kiki. He didn't like others getting close to him.

Westbrook came over and, seeing the empty seat, sat down. For a period of time, he hadn't attended kindergarten and staying at home was boring. Teasing the maids all day was also not fun. He wanted to play at school where there were other children to bully.

After putting down his backpack on the floor, he looked around and noticed Anderson sitting not far away, holding something in his hand that looked like a handheld gaming device, seemingly very interesting.

He shouted at Anderson, "Hey, you!"

Anderson heard him but ignored him.

"Ouch!" Westbrook cried out in pain. "Anderson, you bastard, how dare you kick my chair!"

He jumped up from the floor, about to rush forward and fight Anderson, but suddenly, Anderson raised his hand and swiftly threw a round object that hit Westbrook on the forehead. At home, Mommy had taught him some tricks and techniques with darts. Now, he no longer needed a slingshot and could attack freely at close range.

The projectile was specially made, with a liquid contained within a film layer. At high speeds, it left no trace, and the film instantly burst, turning the projectile into water, leaving no evidence of his actions.

Westbrook cried out in pain as he held his forehead. "It hurts!" Sticky liquid flowed out, and when Westbrook moved his hand, he saw blood in his palm. He was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Ms. Zhang finally noticed what had happened at the back of the classroom and hurried over. She saw Westbrook lying on the floor, his forehead bleeding, but she had no idea what had caused the injury. She quickly picked up Westbrook and took him to the infirmary.

Anderson lowered his head and continued working on his Trojan program. The world had finally become peaceful once again.