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.

be able to come back to campus

National Dance Association, was a

then,"

a young lady to want to enjoy her weekend and not return to school; he

schedule; Flora had

truly admired Flora's dance style and was

...

days at Sandy Bay, mostly video-calling

and spot-on, allowing Aisha to make rapid progress

finally started her journey

had already

was on physics, a subject that

detested physics, was almost in tears

barely made it through the class, and as soon as it was

Samson led Bowie briskly into

the classroom door, eager not to miss Flora as soon as the class

of the students were still in the room, curiously listening in as they saw the counselor lead a stranger

phone," the counselor Samson hinted to Flora to

to meet you, Mr.

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