Mr. Sanderson's Life At The Top

Chapter 2

In the locker room

Trevor saw his girlfriend, Sylvia, leaning against Dennis and kissing.

Her face was red in ardor and lust.

Meanwhile, Dennis was caressing her breasts lustfully.

"Fuck!"

Trevor bellowed in anger and shock.

A strong sense of pain and humiliation filled his heart.

Sylvia hastily pulled down her waist-high skirt, concealing her snow-white thighs.

"What are you doing here, Trevor?"

" I should be the one asking you the question. Didn't you say you'd go shopping with your best friend

this afternoon? Why are you here? "

Trevor asked, flustered.

"Sylvia, I know you don't like me being poor, but you can’t be with someone like that. Don't you know

how many ex-girlfriends he has?"

Trevor added, his eyes red in anger.

He had worked himself to death just to buy Sylvia her birthday gift.

Unfortunately for him, his beloved girlfriend just cheated on him in the end.

It was unacceptable!

Instead of feeling ashamed, Sylvia snorted and scoffed, "Now that you know the truth, there's no point

in hiding it anymore.

Do you think that I would want to be with a poor loser like you?

Sad to say, but our relationship was nothing but a bet with my friend.

I didn't expect that you'd take it seriously."

"But I love you," Trevor said sincerely.

"Your love means nothing to me.

I wanted the latest phone, but you told me I had to wait for a month.

How pathetic!

Dennis here did not only buy me an iPhone but also gave me a luxury Louis Vuitton bag."

Dennis, looking at the parcel in Trevor's hand, stood up and laughed.

"Damn, Bernard is good at this. I asked him to fetch a parcel for me and he sent you. It's really

exciting!"

Trevor's fists clenched as Dennis spoke.

Bernard was playing a trick on him!

All of a sudden, Dennis threw a fifty-dollar bill at Trevor and mocke

d, "Poor Trevor.

Do you think you can sleep with Sylvia?

I'll tell you what, NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

that won't ever happen.

Here are fifty dollars.

Just sleep with an old prostitute, you pathetic peasant."

"Dennis, I'll fucking kill you!"

Unable to stand the ridicule anymore, Trevor rushed to Dennis like a mad bull.

"How dare you fight back?"

Dennis threw a punch at Trevor, knocking him over.

Dennis was over six feet tall.

And as the leader of the basketball team, he was agile and muscular.

Trevor, however, was a few inches shorter than Dennis and was lanky.

Trevor fell to the floor with a loud thud, and he felt a sharp pain on his cheek from where Dennis had

punched him.

Although in a daze, he summoned all his strength to get on his feet.

But before he could do so, Dennis raised his foot and trampled on Trevor's face, pinning him down to

the floor.

Trevor's face was covered with footprints.

Even if every movement sent him groaning in pain, he still tried his best to get up.

Of course, Dennis would not let him.

He sat on Trevor's back and took out a black pen from his backpack.

Then, with a sly smile at the corners of his mouth, he wrote "Poor Loser" on Trevor's clothes.

As if that was not enough, he spat on Trevor and warned, "If you dare to provoke me again, I'll beat you

every time I see your face. Mark my words."

With that, he held Sylvia's hand and left.

Trevor was in so much pain.

Other students could not help but point at him when they saw his bruised and dirty face.

Sylvia, the girl he loved the most, betrayed him and broke his heart.

Bernard's mean words, Dennis' humiliation, and Sylvia's ruthlessness filled his heart with resentment.

"Why? They all bully me and trample on my dignity! Why?"

"Just because I'm poor, in their eyes, I'm not even a human being anymore!"