Chapter 263

Chapter 263

Daniel nudged Carlisle and hissed, “Don’t say yes, Carlisle!”

Harvey might have lost his lunch, but instead of giving it to Carlisle as promised, he wanted to give it to

Wanda in hopes of gaining her attention.

Carlisle wouldn’t let another man romantically pursue Wanda even if he didn’t stand a chance himself.

After a moment of thought, he chuckled and said to Harvey, “In other words, you’re backtracking.”

Harvey frowned. “I lost the meat stew, so I won’t be eating it. It’s not backtracking if I give it to someone

else.”

Carlisle scoffed. “Technically, I won the stew. I don’t think you get a say in what I do with it.”

Narrowing his eyes, Harvey seethed, “Are you looking for trouble, punk?”

“I think you’re the one looking for trouble, you piece of shit,” Daniel retorted, stepping out from behind

Carlisle and facing off Harvey like a defensive guard dog. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as shameless

as you!”

The vein near Harvey’s temple throbbed as he looked at Daniel mutinously, the urge to slap the latter

written on his face.

At that moment, Carlisle interjected, “You can give the meat stew to Wanda, but only if you tell her that

you lost it in a bet against me.”

Harvey snorted. “As if.”

Queenie had given him specific orders to keep an eye on Wanda and Carlisle. He couldn’t let Carlisle get into Wanda’s good books with this.

Shrugging, Carlisle replied languidly, “Then I’m afraid we have no deal. Give me the meat stew, or I’ll tell everyone in Riverland University you’re a sore loser who refuses to hold up his end of the bet.”

Harvey gritted his teeth as he glowered at Carlisle. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Feel free to test me,” Carlisle said, his expression calm as he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away with maddening nonchalance.

Acting confident, Daniel threatened, “I’d tell everyone about this even if Carlisle wouldn’t, Harvey!”

With that, he imitated Carlisle and shoved his hands into his pockets, looking equally nonchalant as he

bounded after Carlisle.

Harvey’s fists clenched at his sides as cold fury flashed in his eyes.

He might simmer down if he were dealing with upperclassmen, whom he would think twice before

crossing. However, Carlisle was in his year; he had no right to act like he was better than Harvey.

Marcus‘ brows furrowed. “Harvey, should we teach them a lesson when the opportunity presents itself?”

“We have plenty of time

To think of ways to make him suffer,” Harvey said in a hushed tone,

compromising despite his rage.

Harvey had gotten into Riverland University only after his grandfather pulled some strings. His grandfather had, in turn, warned him that if he caused any trouble on campus, he would be left on his own.

At lunchtime, all the students packed into the training base cafeteria.

Only those on Team 2 had meat stew with their meals. As for the rest of the teams, they weren’t even entitled to pasta. Their lunch was made up of a simple oatmeal with brown sugar.

A few of the male students from Class 2 who had been assigned to Team 2 were fighting to give Ruby

their chicken drumsticks.

Despite Ruby’s polite rejection, they persisted.

“Aw, you guys are so sweet! Thanks,” she relented in a cheerful voice, batting her eyelashes.

The male students were grinning from ear to ear at her acceptance.

Ruby proceeded to split the meat pieces among a few of her close friends.

Tiffany swallowed, thinking Ruby might give her a piece for all the work she had done. She was even contemplating turning her down if Ruby offered it since her accomplishments weren’t exactly something to be proud of.

But a moment later, Tiffany realized she had overestimated Ruby, for the latter never planned on giving her anything at all.

Disappointed, Tiffany lowered her gaze and continued eating her oatmeal.

Meanwhile, the other female students from Class 2 had a table to themselves. When they saw the bowls of meat stew in front of Ruby, they looked down in silence.