Chapter 12


    The ck Maserati drove through the city streets and stopped steadily before Adania University’s study


    hall. Cherise exited the car without thanking Mr. Kolson before swiftly running toward her study room.


    Not only were her ss notes in the study room, but various award certificates she had received in the


    past were also there, along with the cards her grandmother had given her during her birthday every


    year. The cards were roughly made, and the words on them were messy. Other people might even


    think of them as trash. But these were Cherise’s most precious items! The study hall was packed with


    people early in the morning. A crowd of people were waiting for the elevator. Just as Cherise was


    waiting for the elevator, Lucy called her again. “Cherry, when are you arriving? They’re going


    overboard!” Cherise could hear Lucy’s tearful voice through the phone! Cherise’s heart tightened


    viciously. She took a deep breath and decided not to wait for the elevator. She rushed into the stairwell


    at the side. It’s just on the eighth floor. It’s no big deal! She hadn’t eaten anything in the morning, so her


    legs felt weak when she reached the eighth floor. But she couldn’t be bothered with the exhaustion in


    her legs. She ran frantically toward her study room when she arrived on the eighth floor. People were


    guarding the entire floor. Only Lucy was waiting anxiously in the corridor alone. Near Lucy was a group


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    of people dressed in ck throwing her books and notes into the fire. Cherise’s precious notes zed


    in the fire! A man dressed in ck was sitting leisurely next to the fire. “What a mess.” As he spoke, he


    picked up a first-ce certificate from a physicspetition in Adania and tore it up. “Put it down!”


    Cherise seemed to be delirious with rage as she leaped on the man. When she pounced on him, she


    realized it was Tristan! “Cherry, are you throwing yourself at me because you like me so much?” Tristan


    still sat there carelessly and sized Cherise up smugly. “Since you’re so open, why did you pretend to be


    so chaste and pure at Grandpa’s house yesterday?” Cherise gritted her teeth and shook Tristan off.


    She picked up shredded pieces of the certificate and hugged them. Ripping sounds still came from


    behind her. The group of people dressed in ck were tearing up her other belongings. “Stop!” “These


    are mine! It’s illegal for you to destroy them without permission!” The rims of Cherise’s eyes reddened.


    She used all her might to snatch her belongings. “You can stop.” Tristan sneered while his legs were


    crossed. “Give Cherry a chance.” The people dressed in ck finally stopped after he spoke. Lucy


    rushed forward and snatched away the things in their hands with Cherise. But many were still in the


    fire. As Cherise sorted her belongings, she raised her head to nce at the fire. She suddenly saw a


    corner of a photo album exposed in the fire. Shepletely froze. The photo album was filled with


    pictures and postcards her grandmother had sent her every year! She reached out almost


    subconsciously and took out the burning photo album from the fire. The me burned her, and her


    fingers turned crimson red, but it was as though she was unconscious. She kept using her sleeve to


    extinguish the remaining sparks on the photo album. Lucy snatched the photo album from Cherise’s


    hands and put it aside. She was filled with indignance when she saw how red Cherise’s fingers were


    from being burned. “Isn’t this too much?” Tristan smiled. “This is nothingpared to Damien trying to


    sow dissension yesterday.” After that, he seemed to recall something. He raised his hand and pointed


    at the bruise on his forehead. “Cherry, you should remember how this came about, right?” Cherise


    thought to herself. Does it have anything to do with me? Was it because I threw my high heel at him


    last night? “Compared to what you and your husband did to me yesterday.” Tristan sneered and looked


    at Cherise. “I don’t think I’m going overboard.” His gaze swept over the things in Cherise’s hands as he


    spoke. “If I knew about your precious trash earlier, I would have burned them all!” Raymond had


    reminded Tristanst night to be more well-behaved. But it was the first time in Tristan’s life that he was


    hit with a shoe. How could he ept it? “You deserved what happenedst night!” Cherise gritted her


    teeth and red at him. Her circr face seemed rounder because of her rage. “You deserved it!” He


    harassed the Belcourt family’s daughter and argued with others. How can he me everything on


    Damien? And he treated Damien in such a way yesterday. As Damien’s wife, is it wrong for me to


    protect my husband? What Cherise said angered Tristan again. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and


    walked to Cherise. He raised his hands viciously and grabbed her lower jaw forcefully. He exerted so


    much strength that he almost crushed her jaw. “It’s my fault for not taking a closer look. You’re so


    pretty, after all, Cherry.” “As it turns out, those born in the countryside aren’t necessarily dark and


    tanned country bumpkins. There are such fair girls…” He sized up Cherise’s figure. “You have a pretty


    good figure. Your bust is huge.” Cherise panicked and immediately broke free. She covered her chest.


    “You better show some respect. I’m your cousin-inw!” “Cherry, you really don’t understand me.”


    Tristan drew near to her. “I’ve always liked sleeping with unavable women.” “The more savage they


    are, the more I like them.” After that, the people dressed in ck behind Cherise caught hold of her


    before she could escape. “The more you struggle, the more interested I am.” Tristan walked over with a


    jeer. He reached out crudely to squeeze Cherise’s cheeks. “You’ve taken good care of your face. You


    don’t look like you came from the countryside at all.” His voice was as nauseating as his words. Lucy


    rushed forward angrily. “You!” Before Tristan could say anything, the people dressed in ck dragged


    Lucy away. Tristan had too many people there. And everyone was tall, strong, and hefty. Cherise’s


    hands were clenched tightly into fists. She couldn’t go up against him so stubbornly. “It doesn’t seem


    very convenient here.” Tristan sized up the corridor around them before raising his eyes to nce at


    the empty study room. The men dressed in ck understood intuitively and pulled Cherise in. “Tristan


    Lenoir!” Cherise truly panicked when she was dragged into the study room. She hadn’t given herself to


    her husband, Damien. She couldn’t let a sc*m like Tristan destroy her innocence! “Mm.” Tristan raised


    his hand to pinch Cherise’s cheeks. “I like seeing you angry. You can continue.” Cherise bit her lips until


    they turned white. Tristan enjoyed seeing Cherise struggle. He started tearing her clothes apart before


    his two subordinates in the room! “Wait!” Cherise gritted her teeth. Her intelligent mind worked quickly.


    “You said you like girls with wild personalities, right?” Tristan scoffed and nodded. She blinked. “What if


    I obey everything you say and do anything you want? Won’t you lose interest in me?” What the girl said


    even made the two subordinates dressed in ckugh. Tristan was tickled. Is this country bumpkin


    dumb?