This is absolutely absurd; does this student have sothing wrong with their brain?
SCREECH—
An urgent braking sound suddenly erupted.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP—
One honk after another resounded powerfully, echoing through every inch of University A.
Maxwell Peary was driving at full throttle, his expression grim, his face terribly dark.
His mind wasn’t focused on whether Nia had been wronged or anything of that sort; instead, it was flooded with Charles Northwood’s words. When he spoke, his face must have carried that darn annoying smile. Damn it, he wants to steal my woman? He should at least check first whether he’s qualified. However... Craps! My wife is a bit loose in the head, too gullible, so foolish that I fear soone might just trick her away. No, no, I’ve got to teach her properly in the future—to avoid making unnecessary conversation with strangers. She must stay away from Charles Northwood and his malicious intent!
The more Maxwell thought this, the harder he pressed the accelerator, roaring into University A in the shortest possible ti.
SQUEAL—
A sharp, grating sound of brakes tore through the air as a black Rolls-Royce ca to a screeching halt, leaving a long streak of skid marks behind it.
What the heck!
Who on earth is this?
All eyes turned to the car. Everyone’s thoughts were fixated on the sa question.
At University A, who would dare to be so audacious?
Driving at such a reckless speed!
Luckily, everyone had gathered here, so the road was practically empty; otherwise, an accident would have been inevitable.
No one recognized the car. Only Nia Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it arrive, a smile gracing her lips.
As the car ca to a halt, Nia rushed over without a second thought.
The car door... slowly opened.
Maxwell Peary’s polished leather shoe was the first thing to erge. He hadn’t fully exited the car when Rabina was already running up to him.
HISS—
Rabina, realizing a mont too late, stepped squarely on Maxwell’s gleaming shoe.
"Um, I’m sorry!"
Feeling the unfamiliar texture beneath her foot, Nia hurriedly pulled it back. Looking down, she saw a large, distinct shoe print on Maxwell’s shiny leather shoe.
Um...
Maxwell’s mouth twitched. He raised a hand to his forehead, sitting awkwardly in the driver’s seat, unsure whether to get out or stay put.
Wiping my shoe now would be so embarrassing; I’ve never done anything like that before. But just getting out like this seems even more humiliating; a dirty shoe is too conspicuous.
"Uncle, I’ll clean it for you." Nia, realizing his predicant, took a tissue from her pocket and started to squat down.
Seeing this, Maxwell imdiately climbed out of the car. He reached out and gently pulled Nia, who was about to squat, back to her feet.
"How could you do sothing like this?" His face was still dark, his brow furrowed, but his words, though stern, filled Nia with an undeniable sweetness. "How could I bear to let you crouch down and clean my shoe?"
Deeply touched by his tender concern, Nia’s face imdiately broke into a radiant smile.
HISS!
MY GOD!
WHAT THE HELL!
AH!
At University A, everyone gasped, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Is this Young Master Peary?
The one silver lining of that previous online post was that many people now knew what Young Master Peary looked like. Seeing him here in person today, their eyes widened in disbelief.
Holy cow, is this really the rumored Young Master Peary?
The incredible Young Master Peary?
Good Lord, how is he so close to Nia Mitchell?
Could it be that the rumors about them being secret lovers were true? That they never actually broke up?
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