’If it’s money he needs from her, I’m sure Allison had already told him she doesn’t have that much money on her to waste on someone like him,’ he thought to himself.


    After the first day, Kace met him at the gate of the college months ago, he’d made sure to do his research on him.


    "How dare you talk to me like that?" Mr. Quinn demanded.


    Kace raised his hand in surrender.


    "I apologize if you felt offended by my words. But no matter how you feel, Allison isn’t leaving here with you especially if she doesn’t want to," Kace responded.


    As if not understanding all that Kace had just said to him, the middle-aged man stared at Allison, but she ignored him as if he didn’t exist.


    "Allison..."


    "Just go away before you embarrass yourself here," she replied, her gaze somewhere else.


    Mr. Quinn gritted his teeth and red at Allison and Kace before he departed from their presence.


    "What’s his problem?" Natalie questioned as she ate her ice cream pop.


    Allison merely shrugged.


    "No idea."


    After the break, Allison continued her game, while Olivia tried to get her a red card by pretending to have been injured. Sadly for her, the referee was sharp enough to realize that Olivia was faking it all.


    Meanwhile, at the back of the college, Mr. Quinn’s hands were sped together, trembling as he pleaded with a group of men. His voice wavered with desperation, eyes darting between their hardened expressions, sweat beaded on his forehead.


    "Where’s the girl?" A man asked.


    "S-she’s not in college today. Turned out she didn’te today," Mr Quinn lied.


    "Are you messing with me today, Franco?" The first man asked as he red at Mr. Quinn. "You told us a moment ago the girl was inside, and now she’s not inside? Do I look like a joke to you?"


    Mr. Quinn started shaking.


    "I didn’t mean that. I thought the same since this is the college she usually goes to. But don’t worry, when I see her again, I will give her to you immediately," he promised.


    The first man who just spoke took a few steps toward Mr. Quinn, brought out the tobo he was smoking, and said, "Your deadline is nearing, Franco. If you don’t pay me soon, I will see to it I have your head instead," he promised, which made Mr. Quinn gulp down his saliva in fear.


    The man gestured for the other men to get in the car and they zoomed off.


    "Don’t worry. When I get a perfect chance, I will inform you so that you cane take her," he said before theypletely zoomed off.


    When they werepletely out of sight, Mr. Quinn resumed gritting his teeth.


    "If I want to seed in my ns, I will have to wait for when she’s alone. That guy could be a problem," he thought out loud.


    **


    In arge office, designed with furnitures that spelled out the word <i>expensive</i> boldly, Anastasia was seated opposite a slightly overweight man, who had long brown hair that could reach his shoulders. However, they were styled into a lower ponytail.


    His ck suit was neatly tailored, surprisingly flitting him despite his size with some diamonds adorned on it.


    With all the packaging, Anastasia doubted he dressed up so well just for this meeting.


    "So, Mr. Nexera, I found out just recently that some of the shareholders from mypany had signed a deal with you, without me being aware of it," Anastasia said.


    Mr. Nexera, the CEO of Nexera Enterprise, sized Anastasia up to down, liking what he was seeing as he nodded his head.


    "I want to terminate all the contracts they’ve signed with you," Anastasia finished.


    "Come on now, you know that’s not how business works, Mrs. Wace," he said, stroking his beard as a grin stretched on his lips. "You’re not the one I signed the contracts with."


    "But it was mypany that was signed in partnership with yours against my approval, so I should at least have the right to terminate it. I don’t want mypany to have anything to do with yours."


    A creepy smile stretched on his lips.


    "Like I said, that’s not how business works, Mrs. Wace," he repeated, his tone firm as he continued to ogle her body.


    Anastasia had to clench her fist to resist smacking him across the face until he turned unconscious.


    "You signed a contract without the presence of the CEO. Also, you didn’t bother to question the shareholders if they had the right to sign on my behalf. You’ve been in this kind of business for decades, Mr. Nexera, so you should know that’s not how business works," she responded, her tone cold and chilling this time around.