Flora sipped her milk lazily and said, "I don't have the time."

Samson, taken aback by her indifferent tone, found himself speechless, all his planned arguments stuck in his throat.

No time?

We're talking about fifty million dollars here. How could she not care at all?

What could possibly be more important than fifty million dollars?

It's true, the wealthy really do think differently.

Samson cautiously asked, "Do you have something more important to do?"

"I'm spending the weekend with my fiancé."

Samson: "..."

He stared at the disconnected call, questioning his life choices.

"How did it go? Did she agree?" asked Bowie, standing next to him eagerly.

busy this weekend. She won't be able to come back to campus just yet, so..."

Dance Association, was a name

on Monday then," Bowie

weekend and not return to school; he would

checked her schedule; Flora had

dance style and was willing to invest

...

Sandy Bay, mostly video-calling Aisha and

explanations were unique and spot-on, allowing Aisha

Monday morning, Flora finally started her journey back to

had already saved her

on physics, a subject that made everyone's head

who detested physics, was almost

it through the class, and as soon as it was over, Cynthia dragged Eilies and

at that moment, Samson led Bowie briskly into

waiting at the classroom door, eager not to miss Flora

the room, curiously listening in as they

phone," the counselor Samson hinted to Flora to

to meet you, Mr.

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