She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 362

He looked away, the corners of his lips lifting in an involuntary smile, a strange sweetness blooming in his chest.

Caught up in the moment, Shawn forgot about the injury on his back and leaned against his chair as he usually did—out of habit.

“Hiss—!”

The sudden pressure of the chair against his wound sent a sharp pain through him, cold sweat beading on his brow.

His gasp caught Frank and Sabrina’s attention.

“What happened?” they both asked at once.

Shawn shook his head. “Forgot to bring my book…”

Frank: “…”

Sabrina: “…”

At last, the morning classes dragged to an end.

Frank was utterly exhausted, feeling like he could nod off any second. He’d spent all night gaming and only managed two hours of sleep.

As soon as class ended, Shawn’s usual entourage rushed over, falling over themselves to check on him. He silenced them with a single look, then said flatly, “From now on, unless I say otherwise, stop following me everywhere.”

Bruce Taylor blinked, confused. They’d always trailed after Shawn—was he saying he didn’t need them anymore?

“Shawn, if we’re not around, who’s going to clear the way for you? Let us stick with you!” Bruce pleaded.

Neil Holt chimed in with an eager nod. “Yeah, Shawn, you’re the only boss we recognize.”

Shawn watched Frank and Sabrina’s figures recede down the hall. Losing patience, he kicked Bruce in the shin. “Get lost. Don’t you understand plain English?”

With that, he strode off, hurrying to catch up with Frank and Sabrina.

Bruce and Neil exchanged bewildered glances. Had they just been dumped?

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