<b>Chapter </b><b>122 </b>


    Early the next morning, Briar got out of bed and, out of habit, walked to the window to see if Ashton was outside the gate. Coincidentally<b>, </b><b>she </b>locked eyes with him walking toward her house. She opened the window and said, “Morning.”


    Ashton stopped and smiled at Briar, who had messy hair from just waking up. “Morning. Going for a run today?”


    Briar nodded, looking at the workout clothes Ashton was already wearing. She asked, “You joining?”


    Sure enough, Ashton nodded casually. “Sure.”


    So, after a quick wash–up, Briar put on her sportswear, and the two of them jogged together around the neighborhood.


    Forty minutester, they stopped at the gate, slightly out of breath. Ashton helped wipe the sweat off Briar’s forehead. <i>“</i><i>Go </i>take <b>a </b>shower ande eat breakfast. We have omelettes today.”


    “Okay,” Briar responded, without looking up, and turned to head home.


    ‘Damn it! This is my first time running with Ashton, and not only does he have amazing stamina, but how does he still look so good after <b>6 </b>miles?‘ she thought.


    Ashton stared at her fleeing figure, the smile on his lips gradually widening.


    Ashton was a man who could capture Briar’s attention whenever he wanted.


    Briar’s first ss wasn’t until 9:30 am, so she wasn’t in a rush. After breakfast, she leaned over the dining table, ying <b>a </b>game to pass the


    time. Her fingers tapped leisurely, but every shot fired by her in–game character was a perfect headshot.


    Each gunshot made Ashton’s eyelids twitch. The words of thatnky man from the previous night kept echoing in his mind.


    “That woman’s identity is a mystery. Her marksmanship is every assassin’s nightmare. She is Bree…”


    “No, she’s not Briar. Her name is Bree!”


    “I don’t know this Briar Jennings you’re talking about…”


    Even though thenky man denied knowing Briar, when Brandon showed him her photo, the sh of terror in his eyes didn’t escape Ashton’s


    notice.


    Internationally, there was indeed a figure known as Bree. No one knew if Bree was male or female, but many spected Bree might be DDC Vanguard’s elite instructor, a founding hacker of the Hacker Alliance, a famed designer, or even the elusive Speed Queen Bree.


    Ashton couldn’t connect such a legendary figure with thezy girl slouched at the dining table, casually ying a game.


    Sensing his prolonged stare, Briar looked up and raised one eyebrow, wordlessly asking a question.


    Ashton met her bright eyes, shook his head, and ruffled her hair. “Nothing. Keep ying.”


    Briar lowered her head again, hiding the flicker of emotion in her eyes.


    She shifted her posture irritably, very much like a boss, full <b>of </b>swagger.


    Time passed. Briar put away her phone and got ready to head to school. Ashton still apanied her. Since she was <b>running </b><bte</b><b>, there </b>weren’t many cars at the school gate. One inconspicuous ck car in the distance caught Briar’s attention.


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    Of course, Ashton noticed it too.


    Brandon pulled out his phone, ordering someone to keep an eye on the ck car and find out where <b>it </b>came <b>from</b><b>. </b>


    Last night’s incident at Bright Cinema had put Ashton on high alert regarding Briar’s safety. He didn’t trust thenky man’s <b>words</b><b>, </b><b>but </b>neither could he fully believe Briar was the cold–blooded powerhouse that man implied.


    Still, it was undeniable. Briar had been in the bathroom for quite a whilest night.


    “After school today, wait for me at theb building. I’lle pick you up,” Ashton said as he got out of the car, handing her <b>backpack </b>over. “Be good. Don’t wander.”


    Briar looked up in confusion, wanting to ask why, but faced with his casual tone, she just nodded. “Okay.”


    “Go on,” he said.


    Watching her figure disappear, Ashton took out his phone and made a call. “Mr. Goodwin, I heard your school library is hiring admins?”


    Without Ashton breathing down his neck, Marvin had finally returned to his leisurely habit of skipping work. When he got the strange <b>call</b><b>, </b><b>his </b>brow twitched. “What? With your packed schedule, do you still have time for a part–time job?”


    “Time can always be made,” Ashton replied smoothly, not exining further.


    “Cut the crap.” Marvin was instantly on guard. “Just say it. What’s your real purpose?”


    Ashton had never been honest since childhood. The trouble he caused was beyond anything other kids dared to dream of. Over the years<b>, </b>cleaning up his messes had cost millions of dors.


    Only Griffin’s family was rich enough to let this kid cause chaos at will.


    Thankfully, once he grew up, he stopped wreaking havoc among Shoneport’s elite and instead turned his attention abroad. Rumor had it, his overseas influence in Spoivania was immense. His subordinates alone were enough to shake any elite circle.


    Otherwise, how could someone as young as Ashton be epted as the head of the Wade family?


    In the face of absolute power, rules were nothing.


    “What other reason could I have? Just want to soak in the sea of knowledge a little,” Ashton said with a grin.


    Marvin was speechless.


    Even he couldn’t helpughing. This lousy excuse couldn’t convince the president of Shoneport University.


    But in the end, refusal wasn’t an option. Marvin was more afraid the kid would demolish the library if denied.


    So, within a day, Ashton became a library administrator at Shoneport University. And it was officially announced by the principal himself. The news was posted all over bulletin boards and forums on campus. Everyone with eyes or ears heard about it, except for the med students holed up in theirbs.


    As a result, the already–crowded library was howpletely packed.


    For college students, the library was a daily necessity. Even more so for the medical students. They needed extra hours <b>for </b><b>researching </b>learning materials.


    So when Briar and her group arrived that afternoon, the sea of people made them freeze <b>on </b>the <b>spot</b>.


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    “What’s going on?” Mason grabbed a frantic junior girl struggling to push her way in. “Why are you all rushing in like that? What happened to the library today?”


    Though it was always hard to find seats, this was the first time it looked like the crowd would crush the entrance.


    The junior’s cheeks were flushed, whether from exertion or excitement. “You don’t know? Mr. Ashton Wade and his friend, Hamish Parkinson, havee to work as our library administrators!”


    They were all stunned. Ashton, that high–and–mighty guy, ultra–busy one billionaire who rakes in cash every second, brought his billionaire buddy to be a librarian at Shoneport University.


    The admin’s sry probably wasn’t even enough to buy one of their neckties!


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