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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 Schoolâs 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!
âBoss, youâre even bringing out the war wagon today! Youâre really going all out!â 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, âWhen she comes out, Iâll hand her the flowers. Watch out for my signal. If she doesnât cooperate, lift her into the car!â
A group of little brothers lit up their eyes, just like ancient bullies kidnapping a bride, feeling thrilling.
âLittle Dragon, hitting on girls again?â
Having his shoulder patted, Ryan Wesley turned around to find Zack Wallace standing behind him.
âUncle?!â Ryan Wesley, embarrassed, put down the roses and laughed pleasingly. âUncle, why are you here? Did the school recently ask me to invite my parents?â
âJust picking up somebody,â said Zack, cigarette in his mouth, his eyes staring at the school gate.
Ryan Wesley paused, then laughed even more enthusiastically, âWho in our school is so important that Uncle has to make a trip personally? Next time just tell me, and Iâll pick them up for you!â
Zack gave him a sidelong glance and laughed, âYouâre not qualified.â
Ryan Wesley was even more puzzled.
His uncle was Master Xanderâs steward, second only to him and above thousands of people. Unless it was the presidentâs daughter, who needed his uncleâs personal reception?
As Ryan wondered, he saw Zack toss his cigaretteâ
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, âMs. Summers, this way please.â
Ryan Wesley: âI, I, I, I⦠Holy crap!â
He was completely dumbfounded!
Zack had an ordinary face and wore ordinary clothes. Even though he drove a Rolls-Royce, it didnât 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 anyoneâs attention.
But how well did Ryan Wesley know his uncle!
That was 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???â Who in the world was Purple Summers?!
âBoss⦠your girlfriend⦠seems to have been taken away by Mr. Kingâ¦â a weak voice said from the henchman beside him.
âWhat girlfriend?!â Ryan Wesley exploded with anger and threw a punch at the henchman, âAre you blind?! Is that a girlfriend?! Thatâs my aunt-in-law! Got it?!â
The henchman screamed in pain.
Ryan Wesley, however, began to panic afterward, his legs quivering and cold sweat pouringâ¦
Oh, Mom. He had flirted with Purple Summers so many timesâ if his uncle found outâ¦
He dared not think about it anymore!
Today was Purple Summersâ 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 Purpleâs eyes, Zack said from the front seat, âDonât worry, young master has gone to Namibia and will be back in a few days.â
I worry about him?! Crazy, I wish heâd never come back!
Purple, feeling annoyed, casually pulled out a book from her bag to read, shifting her attention away..