NovelStartChapter 722 "Jasper, since when did you start enjoying telling everyone what to do?" Gorman's brows drew tight, his tone turning chilly as he realized for the first thow meddleshis employee could be.
Before Jasper could reply, Gorman cut him off. "Letremind you, my sister is family, not sstranger. If you ever talk like that again, you can pack your bags and head back hto look after your eighty-year-old grandmother." Jasper immediately fell silent. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gorman. I'll get right on it." That finally satisfied Gorman, and he hung up.
Wanting to make amends with his sister, Gorman spent ages at C. Corp pleading with Hilda before he finally managed to get Citrine's class schedule for the semester.
Schedule in hand, he headed straight for Crestwood University.
Citrine's first big lecture of the day wasn't over yet, and Gorman didn't want to cause a scene by barging in halfway, so he wandered around campus for a bit.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs he walked, it dawned on him just how much his little sister had accomplished. Not only had she been top of her class in high school, now she was something of a legend at Crestwood. A few lines on the display board were enough to showcase her extraordinary talent for medicine and her impressive research skills. Only now did Gorman truly realize how brilliant his sister was.
He'd gotten into Crestwood back in his day too, but his scores hadn't cclose to hers. The thought filled him with a quiet pride.
Soon, the first lecture ended. Gorman checked the tand made his way toward the building where Citrine's next class was held.
After wandering around a bit, he finally found the right classroom-just in tto spot Monica and Wade. The two of them flanked Citrine, one on each side, chatting as they walked down the hallway.
Seeing this, Gorman felt a pang of disappointment.
So, in all the the'd been away, Citrine had grown so close to these two.
He forced himself to swallow his feelings and strode over.
"Citrine." At the sound of his voice, all three turned to look at him.
It was Citrine who finally broke the silence. "What are you doing here?" Gorman glanced at Monica and Wade, then kept his face impassive. "I'm here to sit in on your class." Citrine looked from Monica to Wade, then back at Gorman, puzzled. Didn't these people have anything better to do? She'd lost count of how many days Monica and Wade had already been tagging along to her classes. And man had joined the the entourage. Św If this thouse Middle Ages, she a wry smile, she'd be the princess, and the three of them would be her companions at court.
The thought made her laugh before she could stop herself.
It was just a small smile, but Gorman caught it instantly.
His eyes brightened-coming today had been the right call.
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His sister had actually smiled at him.
Maybe she didn't dislike him e anymore! The content is on om novelenglish.net! And if she didn't dislike him, maybe she'd forgive him soon enough.
With Monica and Wade always by her side, Citrine had no real reason to turn Gorman away, so she quickly En agreed. Little did she know, her real headache was about to begin.
Once inside the classroom, the three of them immediately got into an argument over the seating arrangements. All of them wanted to sit next to Citrine, but there was only one of her and three of them.
After much bickering, they settled it the old-fashioned way with m v.e rock-paper scissors. Wade was the unlucky loser.
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