Chapter 595


    He wore a formal ck outfit. Not a crease could be found. Only a few days had passed, yet he


    appeared skinnier. However, his chiseled face was even more defined and stunning.


    People like him were born to look good in formal outfits. He had that perfect physique-broad shoulders,


    narrow hips-that could rock every inch of the outfit, attracting attention.


    The car behind stopped as well, and the mayor of Santabaca emerged from it.


    Rposing herself, she avoided eye contact and lowered her head, hiding herself among the crowd.


    As though there was something, Mark nced across the crowd, and his sightnded on a certain


    spot; after gazing at it for some time, he averted.


    The three men walked side by side with each other while the rest marched behind. It was a splendid


    procession.


    Thedy teacher beside her sneered, "Look at the principal and Mr. Valentine. They are both in formal


    outfits, but the contrast is just like heaven and hell!"


    All thedy teachers'' attention gathered upon him, gawking. Summer kept quiet and marched along.


    He came because of work. The school needed a new


    building, and they had handed the project to Valentine Group as the private contractor.


    Along the way, it was all work-rted chatter. Mark spoke very little. Most of the time, it was the


    principal and the person-in-charge who spoke.


    But every time he spoke, thedy teachers behind him would be mesmerized. It was uncertain whether


    it was his cold or a problem with his vocals that his voice was deep, coarse, ardent, and charming.


    After their discussion, the principal rubbed his hands and suggested they had lunch as he had already


    made the preparations.


    Mark agreed. The principal was excited; it almost drove him nuts. The rest nodded in unison. Thus, the


    teachers also tagged along.


    Summer chose a seat beside the window, farthest from where he sat. She restrained herself from


    looking toward him.


    Looking at a particr spot, Mark lifted his head and bottomed up his ss of wine. He drank plentiful,


    one ss after another.


    When it was time to leave, he was wasted. His toned figure reclined in his seat, and his hands


    caressed his eyebrows.


    The parade of people had dispersed. Even Mark''s driver and the secretary had left. Mark was utterly


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    drunk. The principal was anxious but had no solution at all.


    However, when he noticed Summer walking past him, he said, "Ms. Hart."


    She halted her footsteps. Turning around, she said calmly, "Mr. Principal."


    "Ms. Hart knows the address of Mr. Valentine. Please d o me a favor. Please send him home."


    Summer gave him a stare, "Mr. Principal, Mr.


    Valentine has his assistant and secretary. I still have sses that I need to attend."


    "The assistant and secretary have left. Even his phone is dead. Please send him back to his


    apartment."


    "Mr. Valentine is already in such a drunken stage.


    How can he still work? Don’t you have any empathy, M s. Hart? Make this your assignment!"


    Exasperated, Summer gritted her teeth. With the help o f two men teachers, they carried Mark into her


    car.


    He was extremely intoxicated and reeked with alcohol from head to toe. After fastening his seatbelt,


    she started the engine.


    In the meantime, his closed eyes rumbled. Slightly opening them, he said in a half-drunken manner,"


    When did you buy this car?”


    Hearing his question, Summer replied bluntly, "If you’re not drunk, you may get off."