"Hold on a minute. So he made you fight a wrestler, you won, and he just gave you a card and a riddle? That doesn't sound like a very good deal to me." Artea pointed out.
Harker scratched his head in annoyance. "At least it's better than nothing. You got something better, Ms. President?"
"No, I just thought you could have negotiated more…. Ms. President?" Artea frowned.
Roland sighed. "He probably got info on you and learned that you're the president of the student council in Holmwood."
Artea blinked. "Oh."
She then narrowed her eyes. "So you stalked me? Are you that jealous?"
"What? Jealous of what? Nepotism?" Harker rolled his eyes. "Being the president of some school organization isn't that big of a deal. And I don't care about your big money either, I've seen a lot of rich folks in my life before you."
She just rubbed her forehead disapprovingly at this. "God… Why, Roland? I really don't get it…"
