Without even looking at Felix, Jonathan parted his lips and said, "No, thank you."
Felix's hand froze. "Jon, are you sure you don't want it? I saw you had many game consoles in your room before. This is the latest model. Don't you want to play it?"
"Play it?" Jonathan looked up at him and enunciated, "I think you misunderstood—the game consoles in my room are not for playing; they are for dismantling."
Felix was completely confused. Dismantling? Why would Jonathan dismantle perfectly good game consoles?
Jonathan didn't want to explain himself to Felix, so he lowered his head to write something.
Felix had no choice but to withdraw his hand and walk over to Elliot.
Before he could speak, Elliot yawned lazily and looked at him coldly. "Take your toys away. I don't want them."
Felix's lips twitched slightly.
He forced himself to suppress his anger and pretended to be nonchalant. "Humph, fine. I don't want to give it to you anyway."
Then, he placed the three gift boxes on Dante's desk. "Dante, these are all for you. You're welcome."
Felix thought Dante would be as grateful to him as he used to be, but to his surprise, Dante looked disgusted.
"I'm not a beggar. I don't want your trash," Dante uttered.
"Trash?" Felix's eyes widened. "Dante, do you know what you're saying?"
Dante wouldn't have dared to talk to him like that in the past.
"Don't think you're the same as Jonathan and Elliot just because you're hanging out with them now," Felix spat.
He knew he couldn't do anything to Jonathan or Elliot, but that didn't mean he couldn't hurt Dante.

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