Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Utterly Embarrassed at School
Spencer Ford looked at Nora Northwood angrily, but with Jasper Sinclair present, he couldn’t act out.
"School starts tomorrow, President Sinclair, which car should I take?"
His eyes were filled with anticipation, thinking about being chauffeured in a luxury car, he felt elated.
He imagined everyone seeing it and realizing Spencer Ford was indeed wealthy, daring anyone to look down on him.
Just as he was fantasizing, he heard Jasper Sinclair say there was no car.
No car?
"But it’s quite a distance from the school, I can’t possibly walk there, President Sinclair." He said awkwardly.
"Do you really want to be chauffeured?" Jasper Sinclair suddenly changed his attitude. Spencer Ford was clueless, but Nora Northwood knew him well, she chuckled lightly and didn’t stop him.
"In that case, I’ll arrange someone to take you to school starting tomorrow."
Hearing this, Spencer Ford couldn’t be happier; finally, he could hold his head high in front of others.
Jasper Sinclair wore a mysterious expression that gave nothing away.
The next day, Spencer Ford stared at the three-wheeled motorcycle parked downstairs, deep in thought.
"Is this the car President Sinclair prepared?" His eyes burned with fury, but the tall and strong bodyguard made him too afraid to say anything unpleasant.
"Get in." Sid glanced at him.
A small fry dared to challenge President Sinclair; how naive.
Spencer Ford shook his head, refusing to get in this thing. If his classmates saw it, wouldn’t they laugh him to death?
Sid coldly snorted, got out of the car, and grabbed him, tying his hands as he dragged him onto the vehicle.
"Why are you doing this? I already said I don’t need it."
He was panicked but couldn’t break free.
He could already imagine the ridicule he’d face at school.
Sid ignored him, driving the three-wheeled motorcycle toward the school.
This guy was being picky, and he hadn’t even said anything!
At the school gate, Spencer Ford wished he could cover his face completely.
Sid leisurely got off the vehicle, humming a tune while untying the rope on his hands, and dropped him at the school gate.
"I’ll come to pick you up tonight," he said, then left.
People at this school were either rich or distinguished; Quentin Ford had spent a fortune to get him enrolled, hoping he’d meet some influential connections.
And now, he was infamous thanks to a three-wheeled motorcycle.
Everywhere he went, he felt mocked, clenching his fists, he buried his head and moved forward.
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Inside the studio, Nora Northwood was discussing the new product with Megan Underwood.
They made the final decision, confirming the plan.
"Release the new product on the day of the courtesy launch?" Yvonne Winslow pushed her glasses.
She asked to gauge Megan Underwood’s confidence in this product.
"Yes, and we need to promote it well, this time we must show the other side what we’re truly capable of."
Annie didn’t understand all that; her role was to connect for promotion, and with The Anson Family’s influence, knowing a few minor celebrities was no big deal.
As for Lily Sloan, her expertise was photography, and all the studio’s promotional clips were crafted by her.
Each person had their role, thinking about how to expand and improve the studio.
"There’s a perfumer contest next week, Megan Underwood, do you think I should try?"
Nora Northwood looked at her nervously.
Having learned from Megan for quite some time, she wanted to test her skills.