A flashy red sports car tore into campus at a reckless angle, security guards shouting and chasing after it, too late to stop the intrusion.
Leon steered one-handed, his lips curved in a wicked grin.
Creating such a scene on campus didn't bother him in the slightest—if anything, he relished it.
With a stylish drift, the supercar came to a perfect stop outside the counseling center.
It was nearly lunchtime, so Sarah wasn't particularly busy. Hearing the commotion outside, she frowned, set down her files, and stepped out to see what was happening.
The moment she opened the door, Leon's cocky voice reached her ears. "Miss Sanders, did you sense I was coming? How thoughtful of you to open the door and welcome me."
Sarah's eye twitched. Fighting the urge to tell him to get lost, she turned around expressionlessly and chose to ignore him.
Leon shrugged indifferently and followed her inside, sprawling on the couch like he owned the place. His unblinking stare fixed on Sarah with obviou
