Chapter 909

At Palmer Manor, Paul was doing a headstand against the wall in the study. He groaned in frustration, "How much longer do I have to do this?" Sergio glanced at his watch and replied calmly, "For every wrong answer, it's ten minutes. You missed 31 out of 32 questions. Do the math." "What? Are you even human? Are you here to teach me or punish me? I'm telling my dad!" Paul fumed. "Go ahead. Let's see who he listens to—me or you." "You!" Paul muttered angrily. Unbothered, Sergio walked over to the coffee table and picked up his cup. However, his hand trembled unexpectedly, and the cup slipped from his grip, shattering onto the floor. "Hey, Sergio! That cup was worth hundreds! Could you be more careful with my stuff?" "Alright," Sergio responded, kneeling to pick up the broken pieces. As he reached down, a sharp sting pierced his hand. He had cut himself on a shard of porcelain. A few drops of blood fell onto the broken fragments. Sergio frowned at the cut on his finger.