She's the Campus Prince novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Atm

Chapter 195 Atm

After thinking it over, Cameron replied: [Pay me? Just so you know, I don’t come cheap.] Xander shot back with complete confidence: [Money’s the last thing I’m short on.]

Cameron rolled her eyes.

Cameron: [You know I charged Elijah 30 grand for one math problem, right?]

She started typing her next message–that she could offer him a discount if he wanted regular tutoring sessions–but before she could send it, Xander’s reply popped up on her screen.

Xander: [I’ve got cash to burn. I’ll triple it. Elijah paid 30 grand per problem? Let’s make it 100 thousand dollars each. How’s that sound?]

“Pfft-” Cameron was typing and sipping water when Xander’s message popped up on her screen. She choked mid–swallow. Cameron couldn’t believe her eyes. ‘Isn’t he basically a walking ATM?‘ she thought. If she’d known it would be this easy. she would’ve shown off her real abilities way sooner.

Before Cameron could even reply, Xander sent another message: [What’s wrong? Not enough for you? How about 150 thousand dollars per problem?]

Cameron was speechless. She finally texted back: [That works.]

Xander: [Great. It’s the weekend, so come over to my place and tutor me.]

Cameron: [Right now?]

Xander: [Yeah, now. I’ll send you the address. Get over here.]

Xander shared his location, quite a drive from downtown.

Cameron glanced at the time–9:30 AM. It was still early.

She got up and headed to her bedroom to change. As Cameron stepped into her walk–in closet, her eyes landed on the small collection of clothes hanging there. Bradley had bought every single piece for her.

Cameron

at a loss for words.

She sighed, running her fingers over different clothing options before settling on a long–sleeve T–shirt and light blue jeans. Standing in front of the mirror, she messed with her bangs, pushing them out of her face.

Summer was just around the corner, her absolute least favorite season. With temperatures hitting over a hundred degrees, she’d still have to bind her chest. It was pure torture.

Cameron slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed a taxi to Murphy Manor. Once she arrived at the ridiculously lavish mansion, she texted Xander: [I’m here.]

Xander replied immediately: [That was quick. I’ll have the housekeeper get you.]

Cameron: [Cool.]

Within minutes, a middle–aged woman in a crisp business suit appeared. “Hello, are you Mr. Wallace?” she asked with that practiced professional smile.

Cameron gave a slight nod.

“Mr. Wallace, please follow me,” the housekeeper said, gesturing toward the entrance.

Cameron trailed behind her into the estate. Murphy Manor was massive, with multiple buildings spread across the grounds, so vast she couldn’t even see where the property ended.

Cameron followed the butler past the fountain, through the garden, and around the outdoor pool. They finally stopped at the edge of the stables.

“Mr. Wallace,” the butler said with a bow, “Mr. Murphy is riding inside. Please go ahead.”

Cameron stared blankly. ‘Riding? What happens to the tutoring session we’re supposed to have? Why the hell is Xander hanging out at the stables instead of in the study?‘

Cameron glanced around, taking in the massive equestrian facility that had to be several acres at least.