After much deliberation, Beauty still found an excuse to reject Dyson.
After all, she knew all too well how ruthless Lucas could be.
If she continued to entangle with Dyson now, even if nothing was going on between them, Lucas would undoubtedly assume the worst.
When Beauty's text message arrived, Dyson was standing on the lush green grass by the school lake, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black cropped pants.
His fingers clenched tightly around his phone, a fleeting trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
With a sharp kick, he sent a smooth pebble skittering across the ground before it plunged into the lake, sending ripples cascading outward, lingering endlessly.
His slender fingers tapped lightly against the phone screen as he dialed a number, his expression cold and unreadable while he waited for the other party to pick up.
"How are the preparations for the company going?
