Chapter 2 A jerk

Chapter 2 A jerk

This damn jerk! How dare he treat Missy this way? You're doomed! Suddenly, someone not far away said, "Look, there's someone over here." Then, the beam of a flashlight illuminated over. Cavan Noah and Blondie Apple were seen passionately kissing, with Blondie Apple's shoulder half-exposed and Cavan Noah's hand lingering around her body. A few people were taken aback, then quickly recovered and asked, "Did you see a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy run this way?" The boy immediately stopped kissing Blondie Apple at the sound of the question. Before she could respond, he quickly whispered into her ear, "Dare to mess up, and I'll...get my hand in there..." Blondie Apple felt a hand brushing against her leg. She was on the verge of a complete meltdown... You little punk! You're doomed! Blondie Apple took a deep breath and responded, "Yes, I saw him!" As she finished her sentence, she felt the boy's hand move slightly upward. She quickly finished her sentence in one breath: "He ran in that direction." Then, the group rushed towards the direction she pointed. Blondie Apple studied the boy's face from close distance. His eyes appeared to be flaming with anger as he barked, "For f*ck's sake, let go of me now!" The boy quickly covered her mouth, glanced around, and seeing there were no footsteps nearby, he finally released her mouth. He forcefully pulled his entwined hair from the button on his clothes and retreated. Regaining her freedom, Blondie Apple took a few deep breaths, then swung a kick towards the boy's lower body... But the boy easily dodged her kick and restrained her, forcing her into the corner with his bent body. "Behave yourself! Otherwise, this young master won't mind turning fake into reality!" At this point, Blondie Apple felt as if her lungs were about to burst from anger. She cursed, "You bastard, pervert! You better hope you never fall into my grasp or I'll thoroughly deal with you!" A smirk curled up at the corner of the boy's appealing lips, and he said, "I'm waiting for you to try." Once his words ceased, Blondie Apple felt as if she had been forcefully shoved by some kind of gravitational force. She fell to the ground in the most unsightly manner. When she turned back, all traces of the boy were gone. Infuriated, she mustered all her strength and yelled, "Help! Someone come here! Uncles, the person you are looking for is here!" Readily audible due to her loud voice, those men hadn't gone far yet. Upon hearing her voice, they hastily ran toward her. At the same time, the young boy who hadn't gotten far overheard this and was so angered that he roared, "Rotten girl, you just wait for me!" Then... He ran forward with all his might. Only then did a weary smile creep up on Blondie Apple's face. She took out her bag to check the contents, seeing the "Acceptance Letter from the Islamic Gueixue College" lying safely inside. She breathed a sigh of relief without knowing why. Thankfully, she didn't lose it. In California, at the five-star hotel... Blondie Apple was using her identification card and bank card to check in at the front desk. "I'm sorry, Miss, your card has been deactivated." "What?" Was this her grandpa's doing? How ruthless! Was it just because she ran away from a wedding? Did he really have to be this hard-hearted? Blondie Apple took out her wallet, handed a few hundred bills over to the receptionist, and waited at the front desk. Cavan Noah, wearing a white shirt, walked by, casually setting his bag aside. "Get me a presidential suite." Cavan Noah's voice was cold and clear, and he had an overall clean, pure aura. Holy crap! A presidential suite? Isn't that worth thousands a night? What a show-off! Blondie Apple followed the voice and looked over, instantly, she was dumbstruck. Another incredibly handsome man? Is California known for producing such good-looking men?