Cole knew he would surely have an opportunity to debut and these classes were a waste of his time.
And to think, this loser of a teacher was lecturing him on body shaping.
The very idea made Cole scoff in contempt.
Cole had no doubt that he would soon debut and Donna would arrange for the best teachers to promote his image.
The teacher, who Cole viewed as one of the losers, had no interest in getting involved in the drama.
He was only there for his paycheck and chose to ignore Coleâs antics.
As Cole was about to put on his earbuds, he caught a glimpse of a figure sneaking outside the open glass window.
With lightning reflexes, he grabbed the cup beside him and flung it in the direction of the intruder.
âThere was a sudden loud crash as the cup shattered into a million pieces, sending shards flying everywhere.
The other trainees in the class immediately turned their heads in surprise, wondering what was going on.
Outside, Tyler winced in pain, unable to dodge the sudden attack that landed squarely on his forehead.
His hand instinctively went to his forehead, feeling the pain that radiated from it.
As he looked up, he saw Cole standing there with a group of his cronies, smirking at him in a way that made Tylerâs blood boil.
Cole raised a sardonic eyebrow as he looked at Tyler, who stood before him.
âIt seems you canât get enough of eavesdropping on our lessons.
The company didnât sign the contract with you but you refused to leave.
How many times must we catch you before you learn some shame?â ©
Standing beside Cole, a blonde with a neat brush cut joined in the mockery.
âYour audacity is unmatched.
But when it comes to being a destitute beggar who canât even afford new clothes, youâre in a league of your own.
â He gestured toward Tylerâs washed-out and faded attire, the implication clear.
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Tyler kept his dark eyes lowered, trying to hide the anger that boiled within him.
His lips were thin and tightly pursed, revealing his stubborn streak.
âWhy the silence, Tyler? You have the audacity to spy on us but lack the courage to own up to it,â Cole sneered with a raised eyebrow, his followers snickering in agreement.
But another among them spoke up.
âPerhaps we should leave the poor boy alone.
Itâs not right to gang up on him.
â
âIâm not afraid of him,â Cole retorted with a sneer.
âHeâs just a pauper from the slums.
â
âThe group around him snarled with viciousness, hurling insults and jeers at Tyler.
Tyler, however, remained steadfast and unflinching in the face of their cruelty.
Without a word, he turned to leave, but the blonde caught him by the hood of his faded, threadbare coat.
âDid we say you could leave, pauper?â the blonde spat with disdain.
âWhat kind of upbringing have you had to be so uncivilized?â
Tyler forcefully pulled away from the blondeâs grasp, his handsome features twisted in anger.
The blonde sneered and shoved Tylerâs shoulder, âOh, look whoâs getting all worked up.
What are you going to do about it? Punch me? You probably canât even afford it.
â
He raised his chin in a defiant manner, like a street thug looking for a fight.