Yvonne Finley shook her head, massaging her sore neck, "No need, I'm fine, don't worry."
Caleb Baker didn't say anything more.
Their affectionate morning together passed by quickly.
Then, he drove Yvonne Finley to school.
Yvonne Finley changed into a clean set of clothes when she got back to her dorm.
They then parted ways.
Caleb Baker didn't rush off.
He parked his car under a withered tree on the roadside, his gaze focused on a distant building. His expression held a touch of coldness. Of course, yesterday's matter wouldn't be so easily forgotten.
Details about those rich kids were easy to investigate.
They weren't local or influential families, just rich brats. None of them were very old, the oldest being only twenty-two. They were essentially just idling away their time in school, planning to take a degree home to continue with their extravagant lifestyles. At the very least, they'd have a certificate to put up a façade.
For people like these, their worst fear was jail.
