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Chapter #45

Bebi or stupid what his name is, then mengjap do not understand. Barking and the sudden jangkukan enlivened the great contents of Reid's head. His heart and body are now very sultry, although in this store there are two air conditioners installed.

‘This is really driving me crazy. And shit! There were only seven minutes left before the break ended. Do I need to call Noah that son of a bitch? Or Yin Sister only?’

Inner Reid after seeing the wall clock installed in the middle of the room.

His sense of vision also reflexes roaming again, looking for something. He also has no idea. However, right at the time Bebi had opened his mouth again. His dark iris suddenly collided with plain colored underwear and was completely normal. Or simply put, clean without a trace of knick-knacks and excessive creativity of the designers.

“Master Handsome can—”

Bebi's speech was cut off. Reid who was as fast as lightning had swept the interior in shades of pink, then immediately put the CD on the cashier's table. Without a babibu. Then took out the ATM card from inside the old, worn brown wallet and was the only one he had.

“Good, this is it. Can I pay using a card?”

The facial features of the figure behind the checkout counter turned sullen. He who is stared at is so intimidating and as if being shouted bejibun said ‘hurry!’ had to give up. His teasing activity was suddenly bland after seeing the ugly wallet model and ATM card ‘bia’ owned by Mr. Handsome.

But, even so. The jaw is firm, the lips are proportionate and seductive, the eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and the body is towering athletic. Apparently, not bad for him to be a mistress either. So, exactly. He cannot be immediately discouraged.

Because who knows right, this young man in front of him turned out to be oh turned out to be a billionaire? Or even a trillionaire?!

“Handsome Master hastily once. But, may Bebi ask for your contact number? Bebi had no intention of teasing or anything. It's just that if Mr. Handsome is bored or maybe the relationship with your lover is getting tangled. Baby can—”

The item that was being put very softly into the grocery bag by the Bebi, was suddenly pulled by force. The ATM card that was lying shivering on the table also, was now back in the hands of the owner. Reid then stared at the unfriendly Bebi.

“Thank you very much. And for his advice, please forgive me. We haven't dated.” Reid said in a hurry, running out of the OLC store.

The duck looked like a goat congek. He who just finished processing Reid's speech when the handsome consumer was really gone from sight. Then rough twisting feet with high heels.

“Not yet? Does that mean Mr. Handsome and who will it be? Tskkk! Sucks. I just got a new fish. But, let. After all, there are still a lot of guys, um, fish in the sea.”

Bebi's comments were between resentful and happy.

While elsewhere. Reid is running at enough speed to get himself ticketed by the police and the police to sleep, if not carefully. Without him knowing. Mysterious moves since coming out of Oui! Lil' Chic, it turns out not only to be God, herself, and Bebi who knows.

In the front row of cars and other vehicles that are lined up waiting for green red lights. Two people who were students of the same level as Reid in Stuyvesant, accidentally caught the silhouette of the super handsome young man with a curious frown.

The one who was dressed the most fashionable then flinched. The steering wheel of the car in front of him, stopped he tapped. The index finger of his right hand then he pointed impatiently towards the form of Reid who ran like he was riding the wind.

“Hm, isn't that Reid Cutler? But, what was he doing outside of school at this break? And again, a fashion store? Oui! Lil' Chic?”

The reason they are out of school right now, is none other than the compulsion of the OSIS Supervision. He was elected Chairman of OSIS without much dispute. Sure do. It was also because of his singing talent, appearance, intelligence, and family background that could not be underestimated.

“Not just a regular fashion store.”

The figure in the semi-formal suit sitting next to the driver's seat finally made a sound. This friend who served as Vice Chairman of OSIS, as well as the President of Class 12 Force said with no expression.

“What?”

The lights that have been green first, making the focus of the car owner, also as a person who drives, so hear less clearly the words of the passenger earlier. He then looked a little as the car began to drive on the quieter streets.

“Oui! Lil ' Chic. Simple OLC. The brand is famous for its sales of sensual underwear and BDSM. Plus, the grocery bag. There is one pack medium sanitary napkin Always.”

The curiosity of the driver that is not resolved, or at least minimize, even suddenly soared to high.“A bandage? An always? What illegal actions is he actually doing?”

Decak was not happy gliding with no reason from the lips of the young man of Spanish-English descent. Luckily, the latest Audy car trip is only a few blocks away from where Stuyvesant High School is located. He then accelerated the car.

“Betina, maybe.”

The main gate of Stuyvesant High School opened once the driver's luxury Audy car was less than five and six meters away. Sentences that sound more like a small mix of people who are asleep, vaguely managed to be caught by the guy who is now parking his expensive vehicle in the elite parking lot of the school.

Then he suddenly chuckled. Then a small nod while saying with a cold aura and a little make the passenger shudder. “Betina, yes? Impressive.”

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The tone across the phone really sounded so annoying in Reid's ears. He if because it is not time, certainly will not want to call, let alone make any contact with the head of the basketball team personality lacking nutrition sanity pills.

^^[ Woah! I'm so honored to hear your phone ring. So, you've accepted your losing streak yesterday, haven't you? It doesn't matter if you don't accept it. I also— ]^^

“Can you come to picket teacher now?”

Reid cut Noah's sentence. He actually because it does not have friends, thankfully acquaintances, now with forced to exchange words with the basketball fox. Though still not subsided one hundred percent of his anger at that time. But, how else? He has no plan B, let alone C.

^^^[ What is this? You're telling me to go to the picket teacher? There should be something odd. You just suddenly called me just to try to get revenge, huh? Indeed you think I do not know who this afternoon guard the picket and class attendance! ]^^^

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