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    After sending the message, she ced her phone down and instinctively nced toward Kristopher. When their eyes met, Belinda noticed that Kristopher was staring at her intently. His gaze held a chill and a hint of anger that she couldn’t quite understand.


    She felt puzzled, unsure of what she had done to upset him again. However, she knew this wasn’t the right time to address it.


    She opened the car door. “I know where Fred is. Let’s go find him.” As she stepped out, Kristopher’s eyes narrowed. He followed her, his tone frosty. “You messaged Fred the moment we parked. You seem very concerned about him.”


    Belinda turned back to him, her expression filled with confusion. “Fred could be discovered at any moment. I’m here to save him; of course, I’m concerned.”


    Could his icy demeanor simply be because of her worry about Fred? This thought paused her, and she faced him with sudden uncertainty. “Kristopher, are you… jealous?”


    After Belinda spoke her mind, Kristopher’s posture tensed for a brief moment. He shot her a disparaging look and said, “You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”


    Without waiting for a reply, he brushed past her and headed briskly toward the dormitory building.


    Belinda rolled her eyes at his departing figure and followed him at a distance.


    They reached the gate of the boys’ dormitory shortly after. It waste; under normal circumstances, the doors would have been securely locked. However, the gate stood conspicuously open, likely because the men in ck had coerced the elderly dormitory administrator into leaving it so. Instead of the usual administrator, two stern men in ck guarded the entrance.


    Belinda’s expression shifted subtly to one of concern. Clearly, these men were not here to offer help; they were stationed to prevent Fred from making a covert escape.


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    She nodded, whispering in return, “What’s your n?”


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    After a brief exchange of whispers detailing his approach, Kristopher strode confidently towards the dormitory gate. Belinda, doing as instructed, concealed herself behind arge vase near the entrance.


    “What are you doing here?” one of the men in ck demanded as Kristopher neared.


    With a serious frown, Kristopher answered authoritatively, “I’ve never seen you before. When did you start working here? How long have you been on duty?”


    His questioning momentarily disoriented the two men.


    “You are…”


    “I’m the dean of this school,” Kristopher stated firmly, his voice carrying a blend of disdain and authority. “There have been reports of students sneaking out at night. It’s my duty to asionally inspect the dormitory during these hours to monitor theings and goings.” He scrutinized them with a chilling gaze. “You weren’t here yesterday. Identify yourselves. If your answers don’t satisfy me, I will not hesitate to involve the police.”


    The two men nced at each other, their unease palpable. Hired merely to track down an individual, they were unprepared for a confrontation that might escte to legalplications. Thinking quickly, one of the men in ck replied with a friendly smile, “We’re the nephews of the dorm administrator. He’s under the weather today, so we’re filling in to help keep an eye on things.” They then stepped aside, allowing Kristopher to pass.


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