"How do you do? Mind if I call you Shirley?" Anthony's voice was very gentle and warm. Shirley was only left smiling star-struck. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Anthony Darknorth, third son of the Darknorth family."
Shirley's smile instantly froze.
Anthony was actually a...a Darknorth?
Dewitt's cold eyes swept over Shirley. With a frown, he said, "Ant, keep your hands to yourself. She's not your type, so don't get any ideas."
His voice was still as sharp as a blade.
Anthony's expression instantly grew hurt. He replied sadly, "Dewitt, trying out something plain and simple instead of the usual grand types is what makes things exciting."
Hearing this, Shirley's cheeks darkened out of anger.
...
What did he mean, plain and simple?!
Just like that, her positive attitude towards Anth
