"I was just asking! What kind of person do you take me for?" Wilbur protested.
Eason was merciless. "Not a good one, that's for sure."
Wilbur was speechless.
Was his reputation really that bad?
Eason said, "Well, I heard our new junior is beautiful, single, and available. But apparently, she just got out of a bad relationship. A broken bone takes months to heal, but a broken heart can take years. Now's not a good time to make a move."
As Eason spoke, Marcus glanced at Norwood.
She shot him a glare. "Don't you get any ideas."
"As for how she looks, we can just ask our junior here. He's met her," Wilbur said, his curiosity piqued. He turned his head to the quiet and reserved Henry.
"Come on, tell your seniors. Is our new junior pretty or not?"
Henry's gaze drifted into the distance, unfocused.
His already deep-set eyes now seemed like pools of the darkest, thickest ink, bottomless and profound.
"She's beautiful."
He paused before adding.
"Very beautiful."
Wilbur's curiosity grew, and he was getting impatient. "Why isn't she here yet?"
The words had barely left his mouth when there was a stir at the entrance.
Wilbur's eyes followed the movement, and after a moment of stunned silence, he blurted out, "Guys, I think I just saw an angel!"
Someone next to him said, "That's Noreen, the guest of honor tonight."
He had seen all kinds of beautiful women, but none had ever struck him with such breathtaking awe.
Many beautiful women had attended the banquet, each dressed to the nines, vying for attention.
But Noreen's makeup was light and understated, her beauty effortless.
This led Wilbur to ask a question he truly couldn't comprehend: "Who on earth would be foolish enough to break an angel's heart?"
This banquet was different from others; many prominent figures from academia were invited.
And the business connections weren't limited to Rivercrest City, but came from all over the country.
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