Chapter 461

Chapter 461:

Meanwhile, Kenneth sprang into action. Without warning, he seized the hem of Leonidas’ T-shirt and began cutting with swift, deliberate movements. Leonidas barely had time to react.

Watching from the sidelines, Janice burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Does Kenneth secretly have it out for Leonidas? He’s totally messing with him!”

Aiden glanced at Janice, her laughter sparking a twinge of jealousy. But as a man, he understood Kenneth’s motives. This wasn’t about Leonidas—it was about standing up for Janice. Despite his jealousy, he had to admit Kenneth’s bold move was impressively executed.

When Carlton’s song ended, he glanced at Leonidas, his jaw dropping in astonishment.

The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter.

“Kenneth, are you kidding us, or is this your idea of serious design?”

“What is this? A street beggar’s couture line?”

The screen exploded with comments, filled with laughter and disbelief.

Viewers who had eagerly awaited Kenneth’s impromptu design found themselves both shocked and thoroughly entertained by the sheer absurdity of it.

Leonidas’ expression darkened considerably as he took in his reflection.

The once-simple white T-shirt looked like a shredded disaster. With uneven cuts and frayed edges, it resembled more the uniform of a vagrant than a piece of high fashion.

Kenneth, of course, hadn’t stopped at random slicing. His mischievous streak was on full display—two strategically placed holes over Leonidas’ chest now exposed his well-defined muscles.

“Kenneth Delgado!” Leonidas growled, his voice icy, his piercing gaze promising retribution. His entire demeanor exuded restrained fury.

Kenneth, unaffected by the weight of Leonidas’ glare, said casually, “This is the latest minimalist design. Does it meet your expectations?”

Expectations? Leonidas scoffed inwardly. Did they truly believe he couldn’t recognize such an obvious ploy?

“It’s certainly unique.”

“Thank you!” Kenneth replied, twirling the scissors in his hand before offering a theatrical bow to the small crowd. “Thank you, everyone, for your appreciation. Consider this our impromptu talent showcase. I am Kenneth Delgado.”

Carlton quickly rose to follow suit, bowing. “And I am Carlton Patterson.”

Both men turned to face Leonidas, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

Leonidas’ current state was a picture of absurdity, and he knew it.

Bowing and introducing himself now would be nothing short of humiliation.

He remained silent, his jaw tight, as the realization dawned: the future head of Delgado Group wasn’t just shrewd—he was an impish wildcard.

“It seems Leonidas is feeling a bit shy,” Kenneth remarked with a sly smile, stepping closer to Leonidas and giving him a firm pat on the shoulder. “Allow me to introduce him.”

Leonidas’ face darkened, his composure slipping as Kenneth’s hand pressed against his back, forcing him into a bow.

“This is Leonidas Miller. He’s a little shy, so I hope you’ll be patient with him.”

Leaning closer, Kenneth whispered, “Janice would probably find it hilarious to see you like this.”

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