Chapter 9 Smelly Hand

A taxi stopped in front of Marston Hotel.

Trevor got out of it.

The moment he entered the hall, he saw a slim and beautiful girl waving at him.

It was Bessie.

She was wearing a white short dress, which accentuated her sweetness and sexy.

She looked like a noble and elegant princess.

No wonder many men were drawn to her.

Trevor's eyes lit up.

He quickly walked over to Bessie and handed her a gift box.

"Sorry for being late, Miss Taylor. Here's my birthday gift for you, by the way."

Bessie smiled and put his gift into her handbag without even checking what was inside.

Trevor was a little disappointed.

"Aren't you going to open it first?"

"I want to keep the surprise until I go back home in the evening. Let's go. I'll take you to the private room I've booked."

Bessie smiled and took Trevor's hand.

When Trevor entered the room, he found that all the members of the basketball team were present, except for Dennis.

"Oh, Trevor, you're finally here. Have you finished washing our clothes?"

Bernard said with a sneer.

Several basketball team members laughed.

Bessie frowned and ordered, "Stop asking Trevor to do that!"

The basketball team fell silent and exchanged glances at each other.

"Trevor, come and sit here."

Trevor looked in her direction and fell stunned.

Next to the empty was a woman, whose beauty was not in any way inferior to Bessie's.

She was swinging her long legs in her seat leisurely and looking at them.

The woman was wearing a white shirt, which emphasized her plump chest, and a pair of shorts.

Every man's dream was to be sandwiched between two beautiful women.

"Bessie, is this the guy you want to introduce to me?"

the sexy girl next to him asked while looking at Trevor up and down.

"Yes. You should get to know each other.

Trevor, this is my cousin, Corrie Taylor.

She's a freshman in the university, the same as you."

Bessie introduced the girl to Trevor with a smile.

The reason she introduced Corrie to Trevor was that he had left quite an impression.

He attended school while diligently doing part-time jobs on the basketball team.

She appreciated him because he was not only handsome, but he was also reliable and ambitious even though he was poor.

Corrie, her cousin, had just gone through a breakup.

Bessie figured that this was a great chance for her cousin to get to know a trustworthy man such as Trevor.

"Hello, Nice to meet you, Corrie. I'm Trevor."

Trevor reached out his hand politely and waited for Corrie to shake it.

However, Bernard scoffed, "Corrie, this guy just runs errands for us. He washes our stinky socks and shoes all day long to earn some money."

"Oh."

Corrie's eyes flashed with contempt.

She averted her gaze from Trevor and moved as far as she could away from him.

"I'm a neat freak. Who knows if there's a strange smell on your hand?"

Embarrassed, Trevor's hand froze in the air.

It was obvious that what she had said was only an excuse and that she did not want to talk to him at all.