Keith Yowell was humble when he met Alex Rockefeller and Brittany Rockefeller. He was smiling so hard that wrinkles appeared on his face when he walked up to greet them.

Brittany was flattered. “Mr. Yowell, why are you here? Come in, come in. Alex, please cut up the watermelon for Mr. Yowell. It’s too hot in the middle of the day, it’ll help him fight the heat! Mr. Yowell, you could’ve told me what you needed. Alex and I would’ve personally gone to visit you. How could we make you come to us?”

When Michelle Yowell heard this, she smiled.

Keith’s legs felt weak and he nearly fell to his knees.

Keith wouldn’t dare let Grandmaster Rockefeller cut a watermelon open for him no matter how brave he was. He’d rather cut his own head open. “There’s no need for that, there’s no need at all… I’m not thirsty,” Keith quickly said.

“Look at you. You’re drenched in sweat. How could you not be thirsty? Alex, hurry up,” Brittany said.

“Oh, okay,” Alex glanced at Keith before he answered.

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