Chapter 11: Are you really going to the mixer?

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Wayne Bailey leaned back against the cobalt blue English-style chair, his face indifferent, leisurely waiting for her to ask him for money...

Anna Jadwin took a deep breath: "You've heard the phone conversation... It seems like I, this kind of woman, can only be sent away with money?"

"..."

"Although I would also like to be your lov~er, I have many men, and I'm not very clean..."

Wayne's eyebrows slightly furrowed, thinking of the virgin blood on the bedsheet... He signed a check, threw it at her, eager to see how she played her elusive trick.

"How much cash do you have? Can you give it to me too?"

Wayne Bailey laughed, his gorgeous red lips bearing a breathtaking smile. She really dared to ask!

A cash box worth US$ 27,400 was taken out of the back of the car and thrown onto Anna Jadwin.

She didn't catch it, the box hit the ground, and several bundles of cash fell out.

It had just rained, and the road was a bit wet.

Anna Jadwin squatted down to pick up the bundles of cash, wiping away the dirt on the money with her sleeve...

Wayne Bailey leaned against the front of the car, looking down on her as if he were royalty: "Ms. Jadwin, your dignity?"

Anna Jadwin's fingers trembled for a moment, she closed the box, and smiled: "Being stepped on, whether you step on me or not, I'll always be flat!"

The road was remote and still within the Bailey's territory.

Palace-style street lights extended in a linear fashion...

"Wayne Bailey, I hope we never see each other again."

Her slender figure slowly disappeared under the warm light.

Wayne Bailey leaned against the car head, lit a cigarette, his blue eyes slightly stunned.

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In the morning, in the campus area, towering sycamore trees lined the streets, and sunlight sparkled between the leaves.

"Anna, with your appearance, it is too limiting for networking resources. I have a few straight guys like cancer - being ugly, having ugly hair, wearing ugly clothes are not manifestations of being a straight guy. They are so ugly but feel incredibly handsome, with ugly hair but think they look fashionable. They have mysterious confidence, believing they are the center of the universe. Are you sure?"

Anna Jadwin, with vacant eyes: "I have no requirements, as long as it's a man..."

Just as she spoke, the hood of her sweater sank.

Only then did she realize that the girls around her were looking behind her, their eyes turning into hearts.

Wearing a sportswear, Raphael Bailey had fluffy short hair styled fashionably and carried a violin case on his shoulder.

Sanna turned her head back and gasped: "Raphael Bailey!?... Hey~"

Anna Jadwin pulled her hood back and took out a box of chocolates.

"Degenerate," the magnetic male voice sounded above her head, "After being touched by my brother, you're ready to pounce on any man who comes your way?"

Anna Jadwin didn't bother to glance at him: "None of your business!"

"Country girl, I don't think those few straight guys will choose you either. Apart from the heavy taste of my brother..."

"Eavesdropping will make your ears rot!" She pushed the chocolate back into his arms, "Besides, don't send me gifts randomly. I have no interest in little friends like you."

"Little friend?" Raphael Bailey raised his eyebrows, his tall figure half a head taller than hers, elegant and dignified, "I'm four months older than you!"

"In my eyes, you're just a childish little friend!"

The chocolate was stuffed back into her hood.

The surrounding students let out a hiss...

"Raphael Bailey gave her chocolates?"

"No way, it must be out of pity!"

"Right, Anna Jadwin really looks pitiful, like she comes from a poor family!"