Surprisingly, Professor Dalton wholeheartedly agreed. "Exactly. His grades were barely passing when he was in school. He couldn't even get into a master's
program."
"He just went straight into the family business for an internship right after graduation."
"My wife wanted to mentor him personally, but all that kid thinks about is romance."
Bringing this up only irritated Professor Dalton further.
If his younger grandson wasn't hopelessly stupid, how could he have been played so easily by a manipulative little girl?
Claire remained noncommittal, not bothering to say more.
"Alright, alright, stop scheming for my granddaughter. She's still young."
Padgett quickly cut Professor Dalton off. "Old Dalton, no matter how handsome your grandson is, can he beat my granddaughter's looks?"
"She already said it herself—she only likes men who are better-looking than she is."
Those words hadn't actually come from his granddaughter.
They were his daughter's words.
Padgett had simply borrowed the phrase.
He remembered how dismissive he had been when his daughter first said that to him.
Who knew she would actually go out and find someone who fit the bill?
Agassi had undeniably been a beautiful man.
Refined, elegant, and utterly picturesque.
But thinking back on everything that happened still made the old man's blood boil.
Hearing this, Professor Dalton let it drop for now.
If he couldn't convince them the first time, there would always be a second. He'd find a way.
"Mr. James, I'm dropping the dollar fifty debt you owe me from earlier."
"Let's wrap this game up. What did your granddaughter come out here to find you for anyway?"
Professor Dalton smoothly brought things back on track.
Padgett had almost forgotten himself.
"Right, Claire, what did you need me for?"
Padgett finally turned his attention back to her.
Claire sighed helplessly. "Grandpa, the spot you picked for your morning exercise is
a bit far. Seeing as you skipped breakfast, I was worried you might pass out from hunger out here."
The part about passing out from hunger was clearly a joke.
Claire had mostly just been curious to see what he was up to out here.
He was clearly having the time of his life.
"Now that you mention it, I am actually feeling a bit hungry."
The old man chuckled. "Come on, Grandpa will take you to get some breakfast. There's a really good spot nearby..."
As great as the food at the estate was, eating the same thing every day could get boring.
Since they were already out, they might as well grab a bite before heading back.
Noticing that her grandfather's eyes were still glued to the card table even as he spoke Claire couldn't
help but tease him. Are you su
you want to go eat?"
"I have a feeling that by the time we get back, you'll have lost your seat."
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One was a retired top-tier professor another was one of the wealthiest men in the country. The others probably had equally impressive backgrounds
How exactly did they end up arguing until they were red in the face over a dollar or
two?
Was this really the joy of returning to a simple life?
Claire just didn't get it.
"It's fine, I wasn't planning on coming back to the table anyway."
"I just drop by to play every once in a while."
The park was bustling today, with four or five tables going at once-some playing
cards, some playing mahjong, and others playing chess.
Claire watched as two old men playing chess nearby started yelling at each other too.
It looked like one of them was trying to take back a move, and the other absolutely refused to let him.
This little park was surprisingly entertaining.
Hearing that the grandfather and granddaughter were heading to breakfast,
Professor Dalton shamelessly decided to tag along.
"Why are you following us?"
Padgett was still annoyed with the professor.
Even though the man had let him off the hook for the dollar fifty, he was still frustrated about it.
He shouldn't have had to pay that money in the first place.
"I'm hungry too. Can't I go get breakfast?" Professor Dalton replied without missing
a beat.
"You're not planning on eating at the same place as us, are you?" Padgett shot him a sudden, defensive glare.