Chapter 129

"Mr. Lester, your throat must be parched after all that talking. Here, have some tea!"

"Mr. Lester, are my massage skills still up to par?"

"Oh my, Mr. Lester, this chair is so uncomfortable! Sit on mine! It's ergonomic!"

A dozen or so second-generation rich kids surrounded Frederick. They massaged his legs, washed his feet, and cut fruits for him. They fawned over him like they were his servants.

Jennifer strode in, and asked in an incredulous tone, "What's going on here?"

"Ms. York, I didn't force them to do this. They volunteered! Can't help it, their hospitality knows no bounds." Frederick shrugged, looking unruffled.

Then, he spread his arms and said, "Pour the water for my foot wash down the toilet later. Quit drinking it in secret! It's useless!"

"Something touched by the aura of a big shot can't be useless, Boss! At least it'll make us one-thousandth as magnificent as a big shot!" the group replied happily.

Their flattery was reaching astronomical heights!

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