Strider Laiperze really didn't like Sarah Sullivan's indifferent attitude towards him.
As a young lecturer with a promising future and a recognized genius in architecture, he was still very respected in the school.
Especially among many female students, like Scarlett Kemnis, who greatly admired Strider Laiperze.
On the surface, he appeared indifferent to the adoration from these female students, but deep down, he felt somewhat smug.
Proud, complacent.
He considered himself the dream man in those girls' hearts.
A genuinely eligible bachelor.
What gives you, Sarah Sullivan, the right to ignore me?
If you were like Grace Neumann, an outstanding female painter, that would be one thing.
The problem is you're just an uneducated good-for-nothing; how can you compare to Grace Neumann?
Sarah Sullivan listened to Strider Laiperze's words and smiled slightly, "Mr. Laiperze, why don't you take a nap at noon?"
Strider Laiperze frowned, "What do you mean?"
