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Drop 500, drop 500. These three words, like an echo, bounced back and forth in her mind. Her delicate body, like being struck by a bolt of lightning, was frozen in the chair. Her eyes were locked unyieldingly on Yves King.
It was as if her heart had knocked over a bottle of five flavours - sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, all mixed together. Shame, anger, embarrassment. This guy swindling in and out, was eloquently discussing the nature of humanity. She had thought that he was trying to lower her ethical bottom line.
It has to be admitted that his eloquence was a well-crafted set. Just now, Senior Brother Doyle was made to flee as if startled. Despite the distractions, she herself was swindled into a slight emotional stir and was lost in the midst of her thoughts. Unexpectedly, his ultimate goal was to take a leave of absence to meet his flirtatious and captivating female classmate.
