Roy Lewis shrugged, "I'm not denying it, it's the truth."
"Alright, you didn't deny it."
Richelle Dunn's face was full of laughter, "Then what's with all these refined, romantic, and intellectual types? What on earth is that about?"
Roy Lewis snorted, the lid of his jealousy jar suddenly popping open.
"Isn't that senior brother of yours a refined type? Isn't Hugo Camrey a romantic type? And what about those unnamed friends of yours, aren't they the intellectual type? In short, you have quite a colorful collection of people around you."
Richelle Dunn couldn't stop laughing. It was the first time she knew that in Roy Lewis's eyes, she had so many love rivals. It could even be described as dangerous.
"Master Lewis, I've heard from Timmy that your grandfather has been sending you lots of beauties! What types are they? Gentle type? Seductive type? Or perhaps the delicate type?"
It was then that Roy Lewis realized that Timmy had been a spy hiding by his side!
This little brat!