Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 787

"Boyle Lawson, 25 years old, native to North City, Blood type A, Scorpio…"

Whitney was reading out a post with some hidden information dug up by some 'detectives' written on the school's forum.

"What the f*ck… Cherie, you actually like a Scorpio? Scorpios are the mortal enemies of every woman out there!"

Cherie never understood horoscopes. All she had heard was that Scorpios were very cold people and tended to be difficult to deal with.

Whitney explained, "Men who are Scorpios are known to be extremely cold. However, they have a knack for being very uniquely attractive. These men love to be in their own corners and are very good at reading your thoughts when they stare at you. They’re cold on the outside but actually quite warm in their hearts. Furthermore, they’re very lustful as well. They’re very difficult to deal with."

Cherie nearly spat out her soy milk as she said, "Whoa, that’s really accurate! You truly are a talented scam artist, Whitney!"

"Oh Cherie, don't hate me for being the bearer of bad news. Men like these have a stone heart. No matter how hard you try, there’s no guarantee you'd be able to melt the person's heart. Not to mention, Scorpios tend to hurt the other person in terms of relationships. Boyle’s not suitable for you. I think it'd be better if you date Tyler instead."

Cherie rolled her eyes at her and said, "How could you even bring Tyler into your analysis on Boyle? Look, Tyler and I are best friends that have known each other since young. Look, Tyler loves big-breasted, blonde women, okay. Women who are as sexy as Madonna are his type. A small fry like me would never catch his interest."

Whitney shook her head, completely disagreeing with her. She said with a sigh, "Men who'd still hangout with you as your best friend are extremely rare, Cherie. He's only doing that because he wants to take another look at you. Oh, our poor Tyler. He's already being abandoned by you before he even has the chance to do anything."

"Shut up."

Cherie snatched the information Whitney gathered away and started flipping through it. Although it had been gathered by questionable means, there was plenty of juicy stuff within.

"Not bad, Whitney. You even found out what Boyle likes. I'm pretty sure you've even dug out his entire ancestral lineage!"

Whitney rubbed her nose with her thumb and spoke in a smug manner, "Well, of course. It's me you're talking about. When I want to know something, nothing’s out of my reach."

"So, you’re at school not to study but to gossip instead?"

Whitney stuck out her tongue as she said, "Oh please, just look at yourself. You're completely obsessed with Boyle and have now completely neglected school too!"

Cherie waved the information around as she said, "Good work, sister. I'll be taking this. Thanks a lot. The next time we get milk tea, it’ll be on me. You can even choose to stuff half the cup full with toppings if you want to!"

Whitney reached out her hand as she said, "You think you'd be able to brush me off with just a single cup of milk tea? Five hundred bucks!"

Cherie playfully slapped her face and said, "In your dreams!"

"*sshole!"

…

Although Boyle was in his third year, he was not usually required to attend school since he would be invited to assist the other lecturers in teaching lessons.

Whitney was in an economics program and in the short span of two weeks, she already had disciples under her control. Therefore, all the information she gathered was considered gold.

Boyle happened to be teaching a lesson today and about half of the entire economics classroom had decided to attend his courses. Most of the participants were women.

The huge lecture hall was crowded with people.

Due to how crowded the lecture hall was, someone stepped on Cherie’s foot as soon as she entered the hall with Whitney, and she took a step back in response to the pain. However, she was caught by a huge hand as she stumbled.

"Be careful."

Cherie looked up in the direction of the familiar voice and immediately noticed Boyle's handsome face.

Whitney, who was holding onto Cherie's arm, winked at him as she spoke in a teasingly playful tone, "Oh Boyle, Cherie and I skipped our classes just to attend yours."

Cherie was stunned as she instinctively reached out to cover Whitney's mouth.

However, Boyle had already heard everything Whitney said earlier.

Boyle lowered his gaze to look at the woman in front of him and teased, "I didn't expect an English major to be interested in economics too."

Cough, cough.