"......"
Tricia's smile froze.
"Are you dreaming?" Fred said coldly.
"Abel, help the university leaders organize the materials again. When they come back, ask the leaders to stamp..." Heloise paused, then fixed her gaze on the principal. "Your Excellency, Principal, there shouldn't be any other issues, right?"
Her calm demeanor made the principal somewhat uneasy, and after a while, he nodded. "If they can come back within three minutes and firmly join the Peak Summit Conference, then there shouldn't be any other issues."
Impossible... right?
"Can we enjoy the same resources as the Talent Society?" Heloise asked again.
The principal frowned and said, "That depends on the strength of the Peak Summit Conference itself. Initially, we will open up some competition resources. As long as you win awards, fairness will naturally follow."
As the principal spoke, he looked at Fred. If those few students returned, he would have no excuse.<
Reginald leaned back; his face sharply defined with no expression. He raised his hand and pressed the earphone, listening to the contents of the entire student council meeting.Heloise hooked the earphone wire but didn't hang up the phone, so she listened to the entire conversation.From attracting sponsors to confronting school leaders, and then willingly submitting, she performed exceptionally well.She anticipated everyone's next move, making the best defense and offense, wasting no time, and establishing the Peak Summit Conference.He gave her a month, as if giving her too much time.His woman, why was she so clever? Hmm, just like him.As Reginald listened to Heloise's voice, a smile curved his lips, and even his narrow eyes softened.Ben and the driver glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, exchanging a look.Calm down.Learn to take things in stride.After all, the current Mr. Word
"Today, the Peak Summit Conference was established. I ordered a cake to celebrate with the members. This is the first slice. I brought it back. Do you want to have some?" Heloise squatted there, looking at him calmly, and said lightly.At the mention, Reginald's gaze paused, his voice slightly husky, "You want to share your success with me."Share?Heloise was taken aback. No, she was just worried that he would be upset about what happened during the day and thought it wouldn't hurt to be a little attentive. But she didn't know what to buy. Abel bought the cake, so she... just took a slice.She didn't deny it.Reginald extinguished his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and looked at the cake in her hand with a determined gaze. Suddenly, his expression turned cloudy.A faint curve formed on his thin lips. "It seems I misunderstood."She was so eager to share her success with him. How could she think of escaping from him?She loved
"Abel and the brothers spent two days cleaning up before finally putting up wallpaper, hanging the emblem and sign, barely making it look like a student organization.The sunlight streamed in through the small gridded windows, not warm but at least allowing for some air circulation.A camel-colored conference table was set up.Heloise sat at the head playing on her phone, listening to the chatter below."This time, I went early to get used to the competition venue, only to realize that all those so-called elite competitions were fake. I heard someone won the international Seychelles award before, thinking it was impressive. But when I went this time, goodness, it was all people from the Talent Society. Apart from them, it's similar student organizations from abroad."Gavin, a chubby guy, expressed his indignation, "So what were the previous competitions? Just hand the awards directly to the Talent Society."Abel, sitting nearby with his legs
"At Mr. Wordsworth's, taming horses is always exhilarating. No matter how wild the horse, once it's under Mr. Wordsworth's control, it behaves just as he wants.""Indeed, every time Mr. Wordsworth appears, I dare not approach. I'm afraid the horse arena will turn into a battlefield, with bloodshed all around.""Mr. Wordsworth looks tired, let him come down."One by one, they stepped forward eagerly, wanting to help the person dismount.Sitting atop the horse was Reginald. He glanced coldly at the people below, then elegantly swung his long legs and dismounted, tossing the reins to Ben, who had been waiting nearby.Reginald took off his gloves and helmet, throwing them aside, ignoring the group of people, and headed straight for the large umbrella ahead.Seated under the umbrella was the President, dressed in a white shirt with a vest, looking at a tablet in his hand. When he saw Reginald approaching, he immediately gestured for a servant bes
"That was the match won by that transfer student with all sorts of tricks. What does it have to do with you?" Fred said confidently, apparently forgetting about his own attempts to obtain test questions in advance and steal the opponent's design ideas.Tricia looked at him with a sorrowful gaze. "What I fear most now is the Peak Summit Conference winning the third match again. If that happens, Spicy ThankGod will definitely bring up what was said at the student council meeting and demand the dissolution of the Talent Society.""The Talent Society has always held a high position in the public's eye, with a long history. Once dissolved, it would be equivalent to admitting that the Talent Society is just a golden opportunity for the offspring of the tycoons. This would not only affect us but also the predecessors who came from here.""At that time, Fred, do you think those predecessors will spare me?"Tricia's voice was bitterly cold. "I think my outcome can
Immediately, Heloise walked towards the door, her eyes filled with a murderous intent staring at the closed door in front of her."Bang, bang..."Before the third knock could sound, she suddenly opened the door, moving forward to loop her arm around the person's neck.The person grabbed the belt in her hand, his fingers long and distinct, with a fierce tattoo on the back of his hand, and his angular features exuding dominance.Heloise froze.The man leaned against the door frame with one hand, clad in black clothes, leaning slightly at the doorway, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to engulf her.He slowly lifted his face, hidden under the duckbill cap, from behind the hand holding the belt, and glanced at her with a pair of narrow gray eyes, unusually eerie, with deep creases extending to the corners of his eyes, exuding a seductive charm. His magnetic voice carried a hint of mockery as he said, "What's this, are you
"..."Normally composed, Heloise was now feeling a bit disoriented, unsure of how to respond. She had never encountered a situation like this before.Sighing from outside, Agatha asked, "Sis Heloise, are you there? Taking a shower? Can I come in and sit for a while?"As soon as she heard Agatha's hand reaching for the door handle, Heloise froze, quickly speaking up, "Don't... um, don't come in."Meanwhile, Reginald turned his face to kiss her neck, his tongue mischievously licking the delicate skin beneath her lips.Feeling tingles throughout her body from his actions, Heloise's words came out twisted, sounding more like moans and groans.Raising an eyebrow, Reginald observed Heloise, who was usually composed even in the face of death, now blushing and looking flustered, her confusion evident in her eyes. This was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor, which seemed detached from worldly desires.Reginald found this change amusing and
He said so much to her, and she didn't understand any of it? She's in a precarious situation now, surrounded by danger. If she wants to safely pass through tomorrow's ordeal, she needs to ask him for help. Heloise glanced at him inexplicably, then thought for a moment before sitting up from his embrace. "I should plan for tomorrow's competition again, can't afford any mistakes." In this third round, she must come out on top. Reginald sat there, watching her rise. The locks of his black hair, coiled around his forehead, slipped away and fell, as if a piece of him had suddenly vanished from his chest. As Heloise got off the bed to retrieve her laptop from the sofa, she hadn't even touched the computer bag when she heard a "bang" sound. Turning back, she saw her phone, which had been placed on the bed, thrown to the ground by Reginald. His face was livid. "..." Heloise looked at him somewhat inexplicably. "What's wrong?"