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..." Samson chose his

a renowned instructor at the National Dance Association, was a

on Monday then,"

to enjoy her weekend and not return

checked her schedule; Flora

truly admired Flora's dance style and

...

at Sandy Bay, mostly video-calling Aisha and remotely teaching

were unique and spot-on, allowing Aisha to make

morning, Flora finally started her journey back

had already

lecture was on physics, a subject

almost in tears as she took

the class, and as soon as it

that moment, Samson led Bowie briskly into

door, eager not to miss Flora as

in as

Bowie, whom I mentioned over the phone," the counselor Samson hinted

smiled, "Nice to meet you, Mr.

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