As Christina looked at Keith's back, her face was filled with sadness. Blake's expression
darkened as he watched Keith walk away. He, Blake Carrington, heir to an empire, had
initiated a conversation with this lowlife?
And the idiot dared to just ignore him? Blake felt a stab of humiliation. Wait, he called
out.
Keith stopped and turned around. He looked at Blake indifferently and asked in a loud
voice, What? Congrats, you have earned one coin.
Blake and Christina were surprised at Keith's tone. As far as they remembered, he'd
always been a bit of a wallflower in the past, especially when he came across Blake.
After all, even the biggest jocks in the school hadn't dared to mess with a Carrington.
But now, Keith seemed to be a completely different man. His tone was indifferent, and
his eyes showed a mysterious calm. Blake even noticed a flicker of disrespect in Keith's
eyes, and it made his blood boil.
He sneered. I haven't seen you in more than six months. You sure have changed.
You think you're some kind of hotshot now, just because you got a job shuffling papers at
the precinct? Blake snorted. Well, let me tell you something, Sanderburg.
Trash will always be trash. I could click my fingers and have you thrown out by the police
like that. So don't take yourself so seriously.
Seeing that Blake was getting angry with Keith, Christina quickly spoke up. Blake, forget
it. He's not worth it.