Chapter 135: Please Teach Me Well, Mr. Walker

Clang!

On the table was an expensive watch.

James said deadpan, "Do you want to bribe me with this?"

Derek shrugged and smiled innocently. "Believe it or not, I mean it."

"By the way," he stood up, supported the table with both hands, and slowly leaned close to James's ear.

Then he let out a low chuckle from his throat. "I found that learning English is fun. I may come to ask you questions about the language frequently. Please teach me well, Mr. Walker."

With that, he kicked the chair back and walked away at a leisurely pace, looking arrogant and unruly.

James rubbed his temple, feeling rather helpless.

Phoebe went back home.

It was still early, and the sun hadn't set and rosy clouds rolled in the sky.

Phoebe asked the servants to take her painting tools to the back garden.

She was going to attend a painting contest in the near future, so she needed to practice her painting more.