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nHer deskmate covered her face and shouted. “He… he is Hunter Johnson!”

nPhoebe’s face instantly turned pale, and she gave a hollow laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

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n“No! You can fall for any man but why do you like a goof?”

nHunter Johnson…

nHow could he be Hunter Johnson!

nAs if being struck by lightning, Phoebe felt her vision become blurry. Only the words from her deskmate still lingered in her ears.

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nHer glassy eyes were wide open and she suddenly stumbled.

nHer deskmate helped her in time. “Phoebe! Are you okay? Don’t scare me!”

nPhoebe’s legs were weak, and she slowly squatted down, holding her head tightly with her arms.

nWhy! Why!

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nShe almost went mad and could not accept this fact.

nWhy was this man Hunter Johnson?!

nJust yesterday, she laughed at Claire about going to marry a fool, but she didn’t expect that she…

nWas God tormenting her?!

nHer deskmate comforted her. “If you really like him, it’s no big deal. I remember you’re engaged to him, right? Isn’t that perfect?!”

nEngagement…

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nBut outsiders didn’t know that she had long regarded the engagement as a hot potato and threw it to Claire…

n“However, what is he doing at the school gate? Waiting for Little Overlord? Oh! Isn’t that Claire?” Her deskmate suddenly exclaimed.

nHearing the name, Phoebe raised her head instantly.

nAcross the road, Hunter still looked cold, but a pleased smile was hovering on his thin lips now.

nPhoebe followed his gaze.

nClaire swaggered across the road, with her hat covering half of her face, and her empty school bag hung on one shoulder. With her head down, she stared at her toes, not caring about the traffic passing by.

nShe walked straight to Hunter.

nHunter raised his eyes and reached out to pull Claire’s hat.

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nClaire avoided his hand with disgust.

nNot only was he not irritated, but there was a happy smile on his face. He seemed to be deliberately teasing Claire.

nThen, he opened the car door for Claire.

nThe two got in and the Maybach drove away in front of Phoebe’s eyes.

nThrough the car window, she could clearly see that Hunter brushed Claire’s hair with his fingers.

nIn the setting sun, the icy cold in his eyes had finally turned into a warm pool of spring water.

nHe looked so childish, completely different from the cold and abstinent man whom Phoebe met in the rain last time.

nPhoebe clenched her hand into a fist. The scene she watched just now gradually turned her eyes blood red.

nHer deskmate said, “How did Claire get together with Hunter Johnson? Last time Hunter came to accompany her to participate in our school’s sports meet. Is she trying to steal your man?”

nPhoebe gnashed her teeth, her nails going deep into the flesh in her palms, and a ferocious gleam flashed across her eyes. “Yes… she’s stealing…”

nHer deskmate jumped up and said, “Damn, how can she be so shameless?!”

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nThe Smiths’ mansion

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nIn the room, Phoebe was crying pitifully, and the drops of tears fell down like broken beads.

nAda was sitting next to her, having a headache.

nShe was puzzled. “Gosh… how did you fall for Hunter Johnson? You know he has a problem with his brain!”

nPhoebe cried herself out of breath. “No… he has no problem with his brain. He is good. Anyway, I’ve already fallen for him. I can’t help it… Uuuuu…”

nAda stood up and anxiously paced back and forth. “It was you who said that you didn’t want to marry Hunter Johnson, so I brought Claire back, and I’ve already told Claire that she will marry Hunter. But now you suddenly said you fell for Hunter? Are you kidding me… ahh…”

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