Living in the big city is not as easy as Marcell imagined. Huft. He had only slept for 5 hours and had to get up early to deliver newspapers to loyal Hot News subscribers. After that, he came to Yale University, to work. Don't think Marcell went to college, just to survive Marcell had to do more than 3 part-time jobs. Marcell Clark grew up in an orphanage and migrated at the age of 17. While finishing high school, Marcell took part-time jobs.

Until he finished high school, he also had to work. Raising money to go to college. Marcell didn't have parents who gave him money to finish his education. Marcell stood by himself.

“Your face looks very tired,” said Peter, his coworker.

Marcell exhaled. He didn't know how long he would be like this, unable to relax and prepare for tomorrow. The man prepared a package that he had to deliver to the recipient.

“Why is this not finished?” asked Marcell softly. He was actually very tired. Last night after returning from working at the bar, Marcell studied for college readiness. Even though there was no application money yet, Marcell still had to prepare his knowledge. Oxford University was too high for him who lacked knowledge facilities. Everything was limited, Marcell didn't even have a laptop. But his high spirit looked for all the ways he could become someone with insight.

“The package just arrived. Every day a package comes,” Peter replied, reminding that every day the expedition courier continued to deliver packages to Yale University. I don't know what the customer bought.

Marcell looked bored, stopped his work and checked his cell phone. He had not replied to a message from his girlfriend, Jasmine. The beautiful girl with whom he has been in a relationship for the past year. Jasmine is a fun girl, and Marcell likes being around her. Jasmine was his only passion at the moment.

One day, he would build a secure life for his girlfriend. That was Marcell's promise for all his hard work. Marcell typed a few words in reply to Jasmine's message. Saying that Marcell would be busy today due to a lot of work.

“Let me deliver the packages first,” Marcell said, pushing the troly filled with packages belonging to Yale University students or lecturers.

Peter gave Marcell a thumbs up in reply. The man himself was busy ticking off the names of the recipients who had received the packages.

Marcell walked through Yale University with his troly. Giving package after package to the recipients. Of course, to lecturers and students whom he had previously contacted for confirmation. Actually, packages for students can be picked up directly at the Yale University package room, because the presence of students is uncertain. Unlike lecturers who are always on the spot. Or Marcell just puts the package in their locker with a notification via chat message.

Yes, that is Marcell's effort to make his job easier. Although in fact it still looks troublesome for himself.

Now his troly only has one package left. With a destination to the gym room. There are also lockers for visitors who want to exercise. Usually each room also had lockers provided, according to where the visitors were and where they were going at that time to fill in the details on the package.

“You're so beautiful today.”

Marcell's body froze, suddenly he was more interested in the voice.

“I look beautiful every day Stefan.”

Marcell's brow furrowed, he sharpened his hearing again because he was familiar with the woman's voice.

“Hmm yes, and I hope your beauty is only for me.” Stefan looked at Jasmine closely.

Jasmine chuckled. “It's only for you, who else would it be?” Her delicate fingers touched Stefan's face.

Stefan chuckled. “Just break up with your boyfriend. She's poor and pathetic. What's in it for you.”

Marcell was stunned. He turned his head right and left looking for the source of the voice. He recognized this voice. The voice of his girlfriend, Jasmine. Marcell's body took a small step closer to the gym. There were only two people inside. His girlfriend and who knows, one tall blonde man.

“She is useful. She is smart and not stingy. He does all my assignments. And Marcell regularly buys gifts for me every week.” Jasmine's small chuckle was meant to demean her boyfriend. “But I don't know, it seems like his life will continue like that. I wouldn't marry a man like that.” Her look turned disgusted and haughty. That's right, she would never marry Marcell.

Marcell clenched his fists. He boldly entered the gym and made Jasmine turn her head in surprise. But it wasn't long before Jasmine's expression was neatly controlled.

Stefan, Jasmine's mistress also turns around. His frivolous smile grew as soon as he realized who had entered. “Is that your pathetic boyfriend?”

Jasmine then aligned her face. She was already caught, so she might as well do it. Why defend yourself and brag? “Hi sweetie. Working?” asked Jasmine rhetorically, her face looking haughty with her arms folded across her chest.

Stefan examined Marcell's outfit from top to bottom. With his work uniform, a t-shirt with a PD logo that stood for Package Delivery. And the hat Marcell wore was similar to the logo on his shirt.

“Tsk..tsk..tsk.. he's so handsome.” Stefan quipped lightly, not forgetting that his scornful gaze was also present.

Actually Marcell was handsome, but his limited clothing style and unkempt face made him look dull. Marcell is 185 cm tall and his arms are muscular due to diligent morning exercise and a lot of work.

Marcell's teeth chattered with anger. He realized he was just a poor man and had no family background. Do all rich people treat poor people like this? Disparaging and insulting.

Marcell knew the man beside Jasmine. The quarterback of the Yale University soccer team. He rose to popularity because he came from a rich background. His father owned a paper company in New Haven.

“Why?” asked Stefan defiantly as he saw Marcell throwing him a glare. “Are you angry about all the things your girlfriend said?” Stefan pulled Jasmine's waist closer. The girl kissed Stefan briefly on the cheek. Showing openly that she was now dating Stefan.

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