Frank suddenly swung his hand, and Vera and the goons promptly fled in fear.
Noel sighed and walked up to him. “Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence.”
He then gave her a number. “Call me right away if this lotes to harass you again.”
Noel nodded repeatedly and carefully stored his number.
With everything out of the way, Frank bade her goodbye.
Most of the audience had left the concert hall, and the ce appeared bleak even though it was so
lively just a moment ago.
Winter and the others were by the road, waiting for any cab passing by.
Jean was still staring at the autographed photo from Noel and eximed excitedly, “Heavens, Winter…
I didn’t know you knew someone so amazing. Why didn’t you tell us?”
Winter scratched her head awkwardly. After all, she did not know Frank before!
Jean kept rambling on. “Oh, you have to bring him along if there’s another concert…”
“It’s just an autograph, isn’t it?” Zeb suddenly said, even though he had not done anything.” Anyone
with a little influence could’ve gotten it.”
Jean clicked her tongue and pursed her lips. “Why didn’t you ask for it, then?”
“I–I didn’t think you would want it,” Zeb stammered. “And Winter never told me I’d have asked Helen
York otherwise.”
Jean rolled his eyes, dead certain that Zeb was just being a sore loser.
Zeb changed the subject just then. “Winter, it’s toote to get a cab. Why don’t we go to a hotel and
stay the night?”
Winter promptly shook her head. “No.”
“It’s going to be midnight soon,” Zeb said, ncing at his watch. “The dorms would be closed by the
time you arrive.”
“We will probably make it…” Winter was insistent.
“Forget the hotel.” Jean chuckled coolly. “We’re alldies here except you–it’s inappropriate.”
Aria snorted. “You’re being narrow–minded, Jean. There’s three of us here—what can he do to us?”
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Turning to Zeb with a coquettish gaze, she said, “We will go with you. I heard
bought a BMW? We have yet to get a ride…”
Zeb was a famous rich kid in Riverton University.
In Aria’s mind, Winter was fortunate that Zeb was interested–she certainly would like a rich boyfriend
herself but did not have such luck!
And yet, Winter and Jean were both scorning Zeb for it!
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“Alright!” Zeb certainly would not say no. “It’s just a BMW–my parents got it for me, and it’s not that
expensive anyway.”
Jean sneered. “Right? Just a tin can–nothing to brag about.”
Zeb shot a look at Jean for her infuriating meddling but turned back to Winter. “I’ll get you three a room,
Winter. There’s nothing to worry about, is there?”
Winter remained hesitant.
She checked her phone–it certainly was difficult to get a cab at this hour..
Aria continued to reason. “Come on, Winter. Mr. Larkin is serious about this. Why are you still worried?”
Winter thought about it, but before she could say yes, a Maybach came bounding down the road and
screeched to a halt beside them.
“The hell? A Maybach S–ss?!” Aria was astounded that a luxury car of such ss would show up
there in the middle of nowhere!
Frank opened the door and alighted. “What are y’all doing here?”
“Frank?” Winter gasped.
Winter was surprised to see Frank, though her grim expression soon turned to a smile. “We wanted to
get a cab and return to our dorm, but that’s a little difficult.”
Frank realized with a start and nodded. “Then can I offer you a ride?”
“Sure!” Winter agreed without hesitation.
In her mind, Frank would never hurt her–just like her brother.
She quickly turned to Jean. “Come on. Let’s go back to the dorms in Frank’s car.”
“Sure,” Jean nodded without hesitation. “Also, isn’t a Maybach way better than a BMW?”
Moreover, the man would send them back to the dorms instead of a hotel.
Aria had been staring fixedly at the Maybach ever since Frank showed up, promptly clinging to Winter’s
arm with a broad grin. “You can’t leave me now, Winter. Let’s go back together.”
Winter turned to look at Frank and see if he approved, and Frank smiled. “A friend of Winter’s is no
issue.”
“Thank you, Mr. Lawrence!” Aria eximed excitedly and brazenly rode shotgun.
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Jean rolled her eyes but had no choice but to take the backseat with Winter.
“Fuck..” Zeb swore under his breath, his face contorting in rage.
He brought those girls here, and that bastard took them all away!
He was certainly fuming, but had nowhere to vent.
Still, he hurried up to them and said, “I’ming along too…”
Frank nced at the seating and said awkwardly, “Oh, I’m really sorry but there’s no space. here…”
Jean was grinning right then. “You have a car, don’t you, Mr. Larkin? You can drive on your own! We’re
going now.”
Turning to Frank, she said, “Let’s hurry, Mr. Lawrence. The dorm will be closed if we’rete.” “You have
nothing to worry about. I promise we’ll all make it before the gates shut,” Frank said even as he put on
his seatbelt.
Behind, Winter thought he could take this time…
Soon, Frank floored the gas pedal and the Maybach zoomed away, leaving Zeb behind to breathe
fumes.
“Fuck!!!” he bellowed in sheer rage.
Frank soon brought Winter back to Riverton University.
Even as the three girls hurried inside, Winter kept waving at Frank. “Thank you so much, Frank. You
have to attend my birthday celebration next week!”
Frank stood outside the gates, nodding. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely be there.”
He waited, watching as Winter and the others were out of sight before turning back to his Maybach.
However, Zeb also arrived in his BMW, and he stopped his car right in front of Frank, blocking his path,
Frank frowned. “Is there a problem?”
Zeb alighted, lighting himself a cigarette as he slowly said, “Who are you to Winter?”
“Just friends,” Frank said calmly.
“In that case, stop bothering her,” Zeb growled coolly. “You don’t belong in her world anyway.
“I don’t?” Frank almostughed out loud. “Then who does? You?”