Only then did he sleepily stand up, fixed his eyes on the girl in front of him, and then grinned like he had eaten shit.
Unlucky ah!
"I'm unlucky to run into you in a place like this, why do I always feel like you're a ghost, I see you everywhere. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to see you."
The boy stood up viciously, not forgetting to grab his clothes, still muttering.
Klara was helpless, she now knew who this mouthy boy was.
Carson Dixon, his fame as the college's schoolboy, but what gave his life a boost was also considered his penultimate grade.
In addition to Klara, he can be said to be one of the worst performers in the entire senior exams, but it is entirely thanks to his face that his popularity is still quite high in the college.
Compared to the treatment of Klara, it can be said that it is a difference of clouds and mud, he is also like everyone else, are avoiding Klara, at this time is also ready to leave.
"Wait a minute."
Unexpectedly called by Klara suddenly, Carson was a bit baffled, but still turned back in disgust.
"What for? I'm not interested in you, after all, the grades are worse than mine."
The corners of Klara's mouth twitched, a second to last, why do you always emphasize the academic achievement thing? I, the original owner of this body, actually couldn't even pass this kind of person.
Shame, too much shame, but Klara was still calm on the surface.
"You didn't take anything."
Carson was stunned to see the mock questions on the floor, then quickly returned to his cynical appearance.
"Don't want it, just throw it away."
Saying that, he closed the door and left. Klara looked complicated, but did not force herself, except that she picked up the mock question book and casually flipped through it.
The first question made Klara look complicated, this person seems to be copied 5 into 25?
The first question is, "What is the reason for this?
The company's main goal was to get the best out of the company's business.
Only just as she reached the door she was stopped by a few burly men in black suits, and Klara didn't move as she squeezed the gold pin.
Soon there was a well-dressed man walking out from behind them.
Only the well-dressed man suddenly bowed his head to her and said to Klara with respect in his voice.
"Miss Bell, our young master has an invitation, and I hope you'll be gracious enough to come back with us."
Klara looked at the man in front of her, and then suddenly remembered his identity, wasn't this the same assistant who always followed Stanley around?
It seems to be called Milo.
"Does he want to see me for something?"
Klara still wanted to ask about the man's sudden invitation, but Milo had no intention of answering her positively, but only answered vaguely.
"I'm not too sure what the boss thinks, just that it's good that you're coming with us."
Klara nodded, after all, Stanley had been kind to her, and she didn't hate the man too much, so there was nothing wrong with going along for the ride.
She got into the car, followed by Milo, and the car drove quickly to a private club.
The private club is in the shape of a cruise ship, the entire interior is built to imitate a ship, and there is an artificial sea underneath, extremely realistic, exquisite buildings and pavilions, jade trees have everything.
It is really luxurious, and only the top business people can enter here, but Klara is nothing to fuss about, just follow Milo into a private box.
As soon as he pushed the door, he saw the man sitting inside, and he was still as inscrutable as ever, even if he sat there and did nothing.
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