Chapter 1813


    His eyes fell on Arabe, and he was momentarily transfixed, seemingly unable to look away.


    Arabe, having her clothes swiped from her, didn''t mind. She was only there to check the final product


    for ws, nothing more.


    "Do you think I look good in this dress?" the young girl asked the boy beside her. Getting no response,


    she yfully shook his arm and pouted, "Otto, I''m talking to you!"


    Otto''s gaze remained steadfast on Arabe. She was strikingly beautiful, her aloofness, an air of


    detachment from the world, making it impossible for him to avert his eyes.


    "Otto, you''re not falling for her, are you?" The girl, Daphne, sounded jealous, but she knew exactly who


    Otto was—a yer through and through.


    "This dress looks better on her." Without hesitation, Otto snatched the dress from Daphne''s hands,


    held it in front of Arabe, and blocked her path. "This dress is a gift for you. Try it on, I want to see it


    on you."


    Arabe looked up to see the boy smiling at her with a roguish charm.


    But she wasn''t interested and retorted irritably, "Are you insane?"


    He was taken aback by her response.


    "Move."


    Seeing her defiance only piqued Otto''s interest more, and his grin turned even more rakish as he again


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    "I really like your personality. How about being my girlfriend?" Otto leaned against the column behind


    Arabe, attempting a casual pose that he thought was particrly cool, and coaxed in a low voice, "If


    you''re bothered that I have a girlfriend, I can break up with her right now."


    "Otto!" Daphne''s voice grew even sharper, her pitch rising, clearly not expecting Otto to be so brazen in


    public.


    "What do you say?" Otto continued to flirt with the girl in front of him, arching his eyebrow in a self-


    assured manner, "Stick with me, and you''ll be set. Everyone knows I''m from the Collins family."


    To make sure Arabe grasped the significance, he borated, "The Collins of Solterra."


    That name carried a lot of weight.


    No girl could resist the allure that surname brought with it.


    Truth be told, his sess with women could bergely attributed to the prestige of his family name.


    "So what?" Arabe replied with disdain and cold indifference, "Move."


    Otto''s smirk grew wider. He found this girl intriguing. She wasn''t swayed by the mention of his


    surname. Was she ying hard to get?


    "I know you girls like to y coy." Otto made a show of pulling out his wallet, unting a ck card in


    front of Arabe, "Like it? Stick with me, and it''s yours."


    "Otto!" Daphne was more jealous now than ever. Despite all her efforts over their three-month


    rtionship, she had never gotten her hands on that card. What made this girl so special?


    "Well?" Otto leaned in closer to Arabe, using what he thought was a deep, seductive voice, "Last


    week, my dad gifted me a hotel with a sky-high ss-bottomed pool. You can see the cityscape and


    pedestrians below while remaining unseen from outside. Very cool. Wanna check it out with me?"


    Arabe saw Sean storming their way, and to her surprise, he looked stunning in the outfit she


    designed. So did Romeo, who was also dressed in new attire, looking wlessly impable.


    Perhaps hearing Otto''s proposition, Romeo too approached, his expression as dark and foreboding as


    storm clouds before a downpour.


    Arabe''s eyes danced with a smile, which, to Otto, appeared to be directed at him.


    "Who are you talking to?" Sean was the first to reach Otto, his anger giving way to a mockingugh.