Mark, still eager to curry favour, quickly rushed forward. "Good afternoon, sir. Is there anything I can help you with? Who might you be looking for?" His tone was full of forced politeness, the confidence he had shown just moments ago now completely gone.
The suited man gave Mark a quick, dismissive glance, clearly not interested in idle conversation. His gaze swept over the gathered students before settling on Noah, who had been standing there with a calm expression. The man raised an eyebrow slightly and looked back at Mark. "I'm looking for a student named Noah," he said, his voice deep and commanding, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a knife.
Mark's face twisted in confusion and disbelief. "Noah?" he repeated as if the name didn't quite register with him. It was as if Mark couldn't reconcile the idea that someone important enough to warrant a limousine would be looking for the same Noah he had been taunting minutes ago.
