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.

she's busy this weekend. She won't be able to come back to campus just yet, so..." Samson chose his words carefully,

Association, was a name known

on Monday then," Bowie

weekend and not return to school; he would make another trip

checked her schedule; Flora had no classes on

truly admired Flora's dance style and

...

mostly video-calling Aisha and

allowing Aisha to make rapid

finally started her

Eilies had already saved her

physics, a subject that made everyone's

who detested physics, was almost in tears

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

moment, Samson led Bowie

waiting at the classroom door, eager not to miss Flora as

in the room, curiously listening in as they saw

over the phone," the counselor Samson

smiled, "Nice to meet you, Mr.

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