<h4>Chapter 8: Mr. Johnson Wants To See You</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions
With her eyes half-closed, ire turned her head and asked himzily. “Then why are you telling me this?”
“…”
An embarrassing silence.
After a beat, Derek blinked his innocent eyes, andughed awkwardly. He put his hand on ire’s shoulder. “That’s because you’re special to me. You are my deskmate!”
ire coldly nced at her own shoulder. “Let go.”
Derek was so scared that he retracted his w.
Wow, Hunter’s fiancée is fierce…
At this time, the bell rang.
The students swarmed to Phoebe, talking to her and pointing towards ire from time to time. Judging from their contemptuous expressions, they were obviously gossiping about ire, in a bad way.
Tom squeezed out of the crowd and bent over Phoebe’s desk, asking her with a fawning smile. “My princess, are you hungry? Are you thirsty? What would you like to eat?”
Phoebe stared at him. “It’s none of your business!”
Then she got up and left the ssroom.
“Phoebe!” Tom hurriedly chased behind her.
Derek pointed at them with his chin and said to ire, “See? He’s a famous simp in our school. Phoebe Smith doesn’t even want to talk to him but he still chases behind her ass every day.”
Not interested in the spectacle, ire continued to bend over her desk and sleep.
Soon, the bell rang again.
Standing on the stage, the math teacher took out the test papers and said, “The results of the monthly exam havee out. The third multiple-choice question is wrong, so the score will not be deducted for anyone. Monitor,e up and distribute the test papers.”
Hearing this, Phoebe’s eyes widened and she turned her head with a jerk to look at ire who was bent over the desk, sleeping in thest row.
She was right!
Was it a coincidence or…
Phoebe didn’t dare to think too much. But she was so angry that she crumbled the test paper into a ball and stuffed it into the drawer.
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ire slept for a whole day. By the time she woke up, it was time to leave.
Derek was packing his schoolbag and blinked at her.
“My deskmate, see you tomorrow!”
Then he skipped out of the ssroom.
ire sat up straight, and pulled out her school bag from the drawer. She slung it on her shoulder, and walked out of the ssroom slowly with one hand in her pocket.
As soon as she reached the school gate, a Maybach stopped in front of her. The door opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out.
With a solemn expression, he stood in front of ire. “Are you Miss ire Smith?”
ire raised her eyebrows. “Yes?”
The man said politely, “Miss ire, Mr. Johnson wants to see you. Pleasee with us.”
Looking indifferent, ire asked him. “Who is he?”
Not expecting the girl to be so calm, the man was a little surprised. “Have you heard of Hunter Johnson?”
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In the Maybach, ire leanedzily against the car seat and tilted her head to look at the scenery outside the window, chanting a name in her heart.
Hunter.
Um… her so-called fiancé…
The man beside her sneaked a peek at ire from time to time.
With delicate features, the girl looked beautiful yet aloof. Her body was slender and soft, especially her waist, which was so tiny that one could almost hold it with a single hand. With her eyes squinted, she looked like azy little cat. Tantalizing!
It was very different from what he had imagined.
She didn’t have the slightest panic or curiosity on her face and was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
When they arrived at the Johnsons’ vi, the butler Mr. Hopkins came to open the car door. When he saw ire, he seemed to be stunned by her beauty and a sh of shock went through his eyes.
“Miss Smith, Mr. Johnson is waiting for you in the study.”
ire came to the second floor and pushed the door open only to see that in the elegant and dark study room, an arrogant yet lonely figure with long, slender legs was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Shrouded in the dusk, this figure looked like a god with a golden halo, dazzlingly beautiful.