Chapter 142
She made it?
Today was a day of good news. "Did your aunt agree?"
"Of course, with my intervention, it's naturally a piece of cake!"
Lillian said, "Joining the Sevan Dance Association is simple. My aunt can directly get you enrolled, and then you symbolically donate some money to the association. The matter of the cooperation plaque can be settled. My aunt also mentioned that she could have her name associated with your dance institution, and then you donate some money to the school. In return, she will reciprocate by giving you a school cooperation plaque and arrange for students interested in dance to receive training at your place."
I was stunned by this good news. "Wow, is it really that simple? You're not kidding me, are you?"
"I've worked hard for it. Do you think I would lie to you?"
She seemed a bit upset. "If you don't believe me, forget it. Pretend I never said anything!"
"Hey, don't be angry. My bad. I was just too happy."
Her aunt would join the dance association as a point of cooperation for the association! Her aunt was the vice principal of the prestigious Sevan Art Academy, and having her name associated with my small dance training company was such an honor.
And I could get the school's cooperation plaque!
Sevan Art Academy was not some run-of-the-mill university. It was quite renowned nationwide.
"How did you manage to pull this off? Can you tell me?"
"Of course, I pleaded for it."
"Alright, I owe you a favor. If there's ever a need, I'll be there, no matter how difficult it will be."
I was ecstatic. It completely stabilized the dance company. Once I established a connection with Mya's mother, I would make a lot of money.
"I'll remember that."
She chuckled, "Are you free tomorrow? My aunt wants to meet you!"
"Meet me?"
I felt nervous. "Do I need to prepare a gift?"
"No need for a gift. She just wants to see you and have a chat."
"When?"
"Anytime after 2 pm."
"Alright, I'll be there."
After hanging up the phone, I was thrilled. Both my love and career were flourishing. What could be more exhilarating than this?
But I was just too tired and busy every day, spinning like a top.
For instance, Kelsey sent a message. [When are you coming to see me at school? Miss you already!]
[I'm swamped these days. How about I come to see you once I'm done with it?]
[Can you give me a specific time?]
She sent a selfie emoji, licking the back of her hand, with a caption. 'Kelsey is obedient, specially prepared for you.'
I felt restless again.
She was pretty charming. There were already thousands of replies on the forum.
Half of the people were praising me, while the other half were begging me to continue posting. Honestly, one could be addicted to posting.
I: [How about the day after tomorrow?]
Kelsey: [Sure, then I'll be waiting for you on Thursday!]
Below was an image with a caption. 'I await you, my master!'
I quickly put away my phone. These women constantly surrounded me, so it was only a matter of time before I burned out.
I needed to be careful.
After returning home, I removed the bandage. The wound had healed, but the row of black lines looked somewhat terrifying.
I changed into clean bandages, took a shower, put on a handsome suit, and couldn't help but whistle. It was true that good news could lift the spirits. I was radiating joy from within.
Glancing at the time, I realized it was already 6:30 pm. I quickly hailed a cab and arrived at the Housen Restaurant.
This restaurant might not be as upscale as those frequented by celebrities, but it was considered a mid-range establishment.
I chose a table by the window, offering a view of the night outside with bustling traffic.
The restaurant played elegant and soothing music, creating a relaxing atmosphere.
This kind of life was genuinely intoxicating, but I was well aware that maintaining this kind of lifestyle required money.
Without money, everything was just an illusion.
I ordered some dishes and a bottle of wine priced at six hundred dollars. On the way here, I sold a one-thousand-dollar gemstone necklace at Simbara Gold.
I could afford something more expensive, but Grace was only worth it in my heart.
Spending this money was an investment for the future, aiming to elevate her out of Skyliho.
At 7:05 in the evening, Grace walked in, wearing a floral dress, a ponytail, and white sneakers.
When she sat in front of me, I was dumbfounded.
Grace had removed her heavy makeup, opting for a lighter touch that added a youthful charm, especially her eyes, looking so innocent.
She giggled, "Hey, have you had enough of staring at me?"
I shook my head, coming back to reality, finding it hard to believe. "Never enough, no matter how much I look."
"Sweet talker!"
She smiled, "So, do I look innocent today?"
"Innocent indeed, like my first love."
I looked her up and down. Grace seemed like a different person. For a moment, I was dazed, as if the person sitting in front of me wasn't a stylish and charming lady but a naive girl fresh out of school.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it so much!"
I grinned, took out a box, and handed it to her. "Open it!"
She took the box, looking surprised. "Is this for me?"
"See if you like it!"
She opened the box, and the necklace sparkled under the light, dazzling and captivating.
Grace covered her mouth in surprise. Then, her eyes were welled up with tears. "This necklace... Who told you to give me this?"
Oh damn! Why was she crying?
"Did I give you the wrong thing?"
"No. I'm just a bit moved."
Grace quickly wiped away her tears and said, "No one has ever given me such a precious gift before. They only want my body, only want to see me in a debauched and cheap manner."
I handed her a tissue. "I'm different from the others."
As the saying went, if someone was worldly-wise, then we should take them to see a carousel.
Grace dressed in a sexy and fashionable way every day, even a bit revealing. In the eyes of others, she was practically undressed.
What I wanted to do was to find a way to get her to put her clothes back on.
"They only want to see what's beneath the clothes, but I just want to see you dressed."
"Why?"
She looked at me, puzzled. "Don't you like my body?"
"I do, but I'm a possessive man. I only allow myself to see it, no one else. To be honest, I have my own selfish motives."
"You're so stingy. You're not romantic at all. Can't you say anything sweet?"
"You want to hear sweet lies or the truth?" I asked back.
"Of course, the truth."
"Then that's it!" I snapped my fingers, and a waiter came over with ninety-nine white tulips. I took the flowers. "Roses are too cliché. I hope you're like a white tulip!"
"You hope I'm like a white tulip?"
She was stunned. "Do you think I'm impure?"
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