<i>Just as Bruce had said, Xander did seem to have a little someone in his life. </i>


    <i>He’d decided not to bother himself with whatever Xander was up to. However, he was still his son, and if thetter did something unspeakable, he would have to be the one to clean up the messter on. </i>


    <i>He’d always cleaned up after the boy’s mess and he was tired of doing so. </i>


    <i>If only there was a way to get rid of him, he would have chosen that path without batting an eysh. </i>


    <i>His eyes scanned through the photo and took in the postures and how the girl was dressed. </i>


    <i>From afar, with her tinum blonde hair, one would think she was from some influential family. However, Mr Wace knew too well that looks could be very deceiving. </i>


    <i>He cropped out the picture and sent it to a particr person with a task to find out information about the certain girl. </i>


    <i>A few minutester, his phone dinged with a notification, and he picked it up in a sh of lightning. </i>


    <i>When his eyes settled on the information he received from the unknown person, his expression immediately turned sour and ugly, with a hint of disappointmentced in them. </i>


    <i>His eyes darkened further when he saw the hellhole of a house she was living in. Out of rage, Mr Wace mmed his fist on the table, causing the objects on it to shake from the impact. </i>


    <i>"She’s a nobody," he mumbled through gritted teeth. </i>


    <i>As an influential and powerful man, he only wanted people who were just as influential and powerful to hang around him and his family. </i>


    <i>Although he was one of the most influential in Radiantia and beyond, he was still greedy and wanted to be the number one. </i>


    <i>And now, his useless son was associating himself with a nobody—aplete nobody. </i>


    <i>He had wondered why Xander was all smiles the previous night, and how he knew why. Thetter had gotten himself a girlfriend. </i>


    <i>If she was from a powerful background, then he wouldn’t hesitate to finally acknowledge Xander. But no! His unfilial child just had to go do what he does best—disappoint Mr Wace. </i>


    <i>The man gnashed his teeth together as he tried toe up with ways he could destroy their rtionship because there was no way he was letting a ssless girl hang around his son. </i>


    <i>Back in the stadium, the game had already resumed and Arabe decided to go use the restroom. </i>


    <i>When she was about to leave, she saw Fiona, the most popr girl in their school from earlier, whispering something in the ears of one of her girls as they sized her up beforeughing again. </i>


    <i>Arabe sighed, unable to keep quiet this time around. It was obvious they were gossiping about her, and there was no way she was going to keep quiet about it this time. </i>


    <i>"Do you have a problem with me?" Arabe questioned with arms folded around her chest. "Because to me, it seems you have a problem."</i>


    <i>Fiona shot up one eyebrow in question as she sized the Arabe figure one more time. </i>


    <i>"Did you guys hear something just now?" Fiona asked her girls whose faces were so dolled up it seemed they used all the foundation in every cosmetic factory. "Is there another fly buzzing around here?" Fiona continued to ask as she nced around to find this supposed fly. </i>


    <i>Arabe simply stared at her with a faint smile on her lips. </i>


    <i>"I know you’re the one that sent me that textst night. So, since I’m right here in front of you, why don’t you tell me exactly what you want? Who knows, I might be willing to fulfill it."</i>


    <i>Fiona was slightly bbergasted when Arabe already caught up she was the one who’d sent her the text. However, she didn’t bother denying it. </i>


    <i>"Are you willing to leave him alone?" Fiona asked with an expectant expression, hoping Arabe would hold true to her words. "You know you don’t deserve him. He’s so out of your league. I’m the one that deserves to be his girlfriend."</i>


    <i>"Yet, he didn’t choose you." Arabe’s words felt like a p that’d been gifted to Fiona’s cheeks. "I mean, for you to follow us about the previous night just shows how desperate you are. Sadly, you’re not Xander’s type."</i>


    <i>"You little...."</i>


    <i>"Don’t think because you’re from an influential family, I won’t hesitate to p you in the face," Arabe warned, which got not only Fiona’s girls but Fiona herself to flinch in fear. "That text you sent was not only childish, but it also shows how empty that skull of yours is. How old are you, 12? Grow up!"</i>