After giving his instruction, Gellert hung up the phone.
A cold smile appeared on Gellert's face as he tapped on the notification on the screen.
"Want to get married to Roseane again? Dream on!"
"Matthew, Beau, wait and see."
Gellert raised his hand to adjust his hood and put down the bangs on his forehead to cover his gloomy eyes.
He put out the cigarette in his hand, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and then walked downstairs to the trainee's classroom.
At this moment, Gellert was dressed in a jacket and a pair of tattered jeans. He was young and fashionable, and his face was so tender that it made him look like a fresh graduate. Coupled with his dejected temperament, he was completely different from the gentle and mature Gellert he used to be.
Those who didn't know would think that he was a new trainee of Dewfall International and would be a celebrity in the future.