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On Friday, cars came and went at the school gate after the end of class.
Once, a journalist jokingly said that standing at Grey School’s gate for a few minutes was more exciting than going to an auto show.
The cars picking up students here were all million-dollar luxury cars of all types, and there was everything you could want.
For example, the Bumblebee Camaro that Ryan Wesley drove today was completely customized based on the original Transformers movie, definitely a limited edition worth collecting!
“Boss, you’re even bringing out the war wagon today! You’re really going all out!” a henchman beside him flattered.
Ryan Wesley snorted and grabbed a handful of roses from the back seat, with every color from red, orange, yellow, green, blue to purple.
Collecting so many different colored roses obviously came at a high price. Yet when they were put together, they gave off an indescribable tackiness, as if they were a pile of dyed plastic products.
Ryan Wesley, feeling good about himself, ran his hand through his slick hair and ordered, “When she comes out, I’ll hand her the flowers. Watch out for my signal. If she doesn’t cooperate, lift her into the car!”
A group of little brothers lit up their eyes, just like ancient bullies kidnapping a bride, feeling thrilling.
“Little Dragon, hitting on girls again?”
Having his shoulder patted, Ryan Wesley turned around to find Zack Wallace standing behind him.
“Uncle?!” Ryan Wesley, embarrassed, put down the roses and laughed pleasingly. “Uncle, why are you here? Did the school recently ask me to invite my parents?”
“Just picking up somebody,” said Zack, cigarette in his mouth, his eyes staring at the school gate.
Ryan Wesley paused, then laughed even more enthusiastically, “Who in our school is so important that Uncle has to make a trip personally? Next time just tell me, and I’ll pick them up for you!”
Zack gave him a sidelong glance and laughed, “You’re not qualified.”
Ryan Wesley was even more puzzled.
His uncle was Master Xander’s steward, second only to him and above thousands of people. Unless it was the president’s daughter, who needed his uncle’s personal reception?
As Ryan wondered, he saw Zack toss his cigarette—
Zack adjusted his collar, then exaggeratedly sprayed breath freshener into his mouth. After that, he strode forward, stopping in front of a familiar figure and respectfully bowed, “Ms. Summers, this way please.”
Ryan Wesley: “I, I, I, I… Holy crap!”
He was completely dumbfounded!
Zack had an ordinary face and wore ordinary clothes. Even though he drove a Rolls-Royce, it didn’t stand out among the many luxury cars around.
In the hustle and bustle of the school gate, Purple Summers got into the car with Zack without attracting anyone’s attention.
But how well did Ryan Wesley know his uncle!
Not to mention in Clearwater City, even in the whole Faithford, his uncle was a domineering figure with the power of life and death!
His casual glance or one word would make even the mayor weigh his words carefully. Now his uncle was actually servilely picking up a female student???’ Who in the world was Purple Summers?!
“Boss… your girlfriend… seems to have been taken away by Mr. King…” a weak voice said from the henchman beside him.
“What girlfriend?!” Ryan Wesley exploded with anger and threw a punch at the henchman, “Are you blind?! Is that a girlfriend?! That’s my aunt-in-law! Got it?!”
The henchman screamed in pain.
Ryan Wesley, however, began to panic afterward, his legs quivering and cold sweat pouring…
Oh, Mom. He had flirted with Purple Summers so many times— if his uncle found out…
He dared not think about it anymore!
Today was Purple Summers’ day to go to the company, so Zack had come to pick her up.
Purple had arranged her own schedule, when to study, when to investigate cases, when to eat and rest, and when to exercise. She was very disciplined, which was in line with her meticulous and rigorous work attitude.
However, there was a minor surprise today, because Alexander Summers was not in the car.
As if perceiving the confusion in Purple’s eyes, Zack said from the front seat, “Don’t worry, young master has gone to Namibia and will be back in a few days.”
I worry about him?! Crazy, I wish he’d never come back!
Purple, feeling annoyed, casually pulled out a book from her bag to read, shifting her attention away..