A toast to you

Charles' eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glanced sidelong at her, "What did you call me?"

Maria stuck out her small, lilac tongue, her fair face reddening even more. Her voice was shy, almost as faint as a mosquito's, "Husband."

"Heh..."

Only then did a satisfied chuckle escape from Charles, "Yes, I didn't want to come here originally. But William said he would invite four judges and allow each of them to bring a student. I thought David would definitely bring you, so I agreed."

At this time, everyone began to take their seats. The girls, who were supposed to be here for the judges, directed their gazes at Maria, who was holding her ears and whispering to the boss, full of jealousy and distaste.

Before, Maria and David were exchanging flirtatious looks. Now, Maria is chatting intimately with the boss. How could this not make them jealous and disgusted?

People are such creatures, unable to bear the sight of others doing well, especially when they can't do the things that others can.

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