Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The girl named Taylor was wearing a white shirt, a short gray skirt, and a pair of leather shoes. The combination gave her a youthful and energetic look.
However, her hair seemed to be a little messy because of the hot weather, and there were faint beads of sweat on her forehead. However, under her innocent face, all of this made her look even cuter.
If Carlisle gave her a score, it would be 90. She would be even more beautiful than Wendy, second only to Shirley.
Meanwhile, the boy beside her looked ordinary. He could simply be described as clean-looking.
âYou must be Carlisle. Sorry to trouble you,â Ross said politely.
Taylor also sized Carlisle up. She couldnât help but feel disappointed when she saw Carlisle. Although he was rather handsome, there was nothing special about his appearance.
As an exchange student, she yearned to live on the new campus. Before Carlisle came, she imagined that the person who would welcome her would be a handsome and especially rich senior who would fall in love with her at first sight!
But after seeing Carlisle, she was disappointed. Carlisle didnât look very rich.
âAlright, Iâll take you straight to your dormitories now.â
With that said, he did not check if the two followed him and walked toward the dorms.
In the past, if he could talk to a beauty like Taylor, he would not let go of any opportunity.
But now, Carlisle had no such thoughts.
If he wanted to show a little wealth, countless girls as beautiful as Taylor would take the initiative to lick his boots.
All he wanted to do now was to quickly complete the task Alice had given him!
âTaylor, why donât you give me your luggage? Itâs so hot. Look at how much youâre sweating.â
Carlisle, who was walking in front, could not help but turn around curiously when he heard Rossâs concerned voice.
Rossâs slightly thin figure was already covered in bags and he was dragging two suitcases in his hand. He was walking with extreme difficulty, but there was a blissful smile on his face.
Carlisle could not help but be distracted. He seemed to have seen a shadow of himself in Rossâ¦
In Room 232, Block 7 of the female dormitory.
âHere is your dormitory,â Carlisle said calmly to Taylor.
Ross was also standing at the side. Carlisle had already brought Ross to his dormitory. As for why he wanted to follow him, the reason was very simple.
As a qualified bootlicker, how could he let his goddess carry such heavy luggage?
The exchange studentsâ dormitories were all single dormitories. They would only be used when the exchange students came, so the environment was not ideal.
The amenities were complete, but one could still smell a faint moldy smell when standing at the door. It was because this dormitory had been closed for too long.
Taylor subconsciously covered her nose with her hand, her eyes filled with disdain.
âHow can I live here?â
Carlisle finally heard Taylorâs first words, but compared to her pure and cute appearance, her voice was mature.
Many men probably couldnât withstand such a contrast.
As expected, just as Taylor expressed some dissatisfaction, Ross jumped out.
âItâs fine, Taylor. Iâm here. Iâll help you clean up. Itâll be done soon.â
After Ross said this, Carlisle sensed a trace of disgust on Taylorâs face.
He had thought Ross was Taylorâs lap dog, but now it seemed that Ross might not even be a lap dog.
At least there was some hope for a bootlicker, but Ross was completely unrequited.
Carlisle could not help but sympathize with Ross.
As expected, Taylor ignored the enthusiastic Ross. Instead, she turned to Carlisle and said, âSenior, youâre from the Student Union, right? Can you get a few people to help me clean up my dormitory? Please~â Taylor purred.
âYouâve misunderstood. Iâm not from the student union. Iâm just here to help. Iâm afraid I canât help you with that!â Carlisle replied calmly, unaffected by Taylorâs coquettishness.
âSenior, please. Even if youâre not from the Student Union, you must know a lot of friends, right? Help me!â Taylor held Carlisleâs hand and continued wheedling.
Feeling the weak and boneless touch in his hand, Carlisle was still unmoved. He only thought that this woman was too pretentious.
âThereâs nothing I can do. Think of something yourself. I have something on, so Iâll leave first.â Carlisle retracted his hand and prepared to leave.
Taylor was stunned. Her trick had worked every time in the past. No man could bear not to help her, but she did not expect to be rejected by Carlisle.
âTaylor, donât beg him. Iâm here. Iâll help you,â Ross said with jealousy when he saw the girl he liked to take another manâs hand.
But all he got in return was an eye roll from Taylor.
At this moment, Carlisleâs phone suddenly rang.
âHello, sir. Iâm a staff member of Patek Philippe Boutique. I received an appointment message from the main store. Iâm calling to confirm with you. Youâre coming to our store at four oâclock, right?â
âYes, thatâs right,â Carlisle replied calmly. However, he could not help but be impressed by top luxury brands like Patek Philippe. It had only been a short while, but there was already a return call.
One had to know that he only provided his surname and contact number. All other information, including the most important thingâhis financial capability, was unknown. Still, they called to confirm.
As expected of the top luxury watch brand in the world. This service attitude was worthy of its title.
âSir, can you tell us the approximate time of your arrival? So that we can prepare to provide you with more comfortable and high-quality service!â
Carlisle looked at the time. Because it had been an hour since he picked up Taylor and Ross, it was already two oâclock.
After estimating when he would be in the shop, Carlisle replied, âI would say around 3:30.â
After receiving the response, the staff on the other side also said respectfully, âAlright, Mr. Carlisle. Then all the employees of Patek Philippe Boutique will be waiting for you at Wright Square on Glowing Road. Have a safe journey!â
Carlisle was extremely satisfied with the other partyâs meticulous service attitude. This was also why so many rich people loved these luxury goods. Who didnât want to be treated specially?
It was obvious that Patek Philippe, as the top watch brand, had done a great job in this aspect.
âArenât they afraid that I canât afford it?â
Carlisle shook his head, then came back to his senses and said to Taylor and the others, âMy job here is done. Iâll leave first.â
âWait! Senior, are you going to Glowing Road?â Taylor suddenly asked in surprise.
âYes, why?â
Taylor suddenly took out a small booklet from her pocket. It was a travel guide for Glowing Road in Lille.