RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 235: Red Enzo
Contemplating the morals and ambitions of Gale and Lola was what I should have been doing when I left their house.
It wasn't like I wanted to judge them, but I needed to understand where they stood—and whether or not I'd have to kill them.
"That's if they don't kill me first."
While I hadn't picked up any sign that my scan of their entire house had been detected, I couldn't rule out the possibility that I'd been discreetly found out.
Also, though neither Gale nor Lola gave off a threatening aura or seemed like they could be a danger in a confrontation, I didn't put it past them to be hiding their strength—or worse, hiding some powerhouse somewhere within the compound, outside my observation range.
"Marcus!!"
"Marcus!!"
Snap!!
"Hmm!!"
"You spaced out again," Sade said, bringing her snapped fingers down from in front of my face. Her usual elegance and pride had returned.
She sat in the driver's seat of the Ferrari, legs crossed, back straight, and now she was looking at me with mild curiosity, interested in why I hadn't answered her question.
"Sorry, what was the question again?"
"The question was about how algorithms impact the connection of multiple LAN networks. But before you answer that, tell me what it is that keeps making you space out.
Don't tell me it's nothing."
I stayed silent for a few seconds to build some tension, then took a right turn on the road and let out a heavy sigh.
"Work, Sade. I'm currently trying to sign a contract and I'm just a little antsy about it going through."
"Oh. You should've told my mom. She could've helped you."
"Your mom?" I asked, surprised.
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"Yeah. She knows a lot of people. As long as it's not something too extreme, like in the super big leagues, she can influence things to your taste."
"You think she'd be willing to help me?"
"The Ferrari Enzo just came out this year and it costs over half a million. Mom ordered two and still casually gave you one.
Does that not tell you how much she favors you? It's even worse when you realize she's never driven this car."
"I see. She really does like me."
"Yeah."
"But it's okay. I'll handle this on my own."
"Okay," Sade shrugged, looking like she wasn't particularly bothered about how things went.
She adopted an aura of aloofness—and minutes later, unsurprisingly, broke it.
"What about you? Do you like my mom?"
"Yeah, she's cool."
"Cooler than me?"
"Are you cool?" I glanced at Sade.
My reply took her aback, and rather than question me further like I expected, she stayed silent, not uttering a word until we got to school.
Bam!!!
Due to the door's design, she couldn't slam it too hard, but Sade still managed to shut it with enough force to make a statement.
I took a few seconds to admire her butt in the white pants she wore before similarly stepping out.
Heading into the library, it didn't take me long to find her. I could only take a seat and go about my own business when she paid me no mind.
We had three hours before our first class, and we spent two and a half of those hours wisely studying—well, Sade did.
I had already covered a lot of topics, and at this point, anything I was reviewing, Sade had probably seen long ago.
Information was just hovering above my head and pouring into it on demand.
When we exited the library, Sade walked in front and I trailed behind. The woman knew how to hold a grudge.
We were both headed to the car, but a few steps from it, Sade suddenly turned left, heading for our department building on foot.
No, Sade hadn't rejected the luxurious option of being driven—she just preferred to walk than step into the spotlight surrounding my car.
We're talking about a Ferrari Enzo. A 6.0L car with a V12 engine, a top speed of 218mph, and a price tag of $675,000.
This was the latest release from its brand, and you could bet that anyone who spotted it immediately got bright ideas.
Of course, the bright idea most people got around my car was the common one—picture taking.
Around my red Enzo, there were three different groups having fun.
"Hey guys, I need to use my car," I called from behind. A couple of eyes turned toward me, some becoming visibly excited.
While the boys appreciated the ride, the girls blinked and posed, their gazes filled with varying degrees of desire for me.
After letting them have a couple more pics with the car, I satisfied one last wish—a rev of the engine—and finally drove off.
When I first arrived at school, it was around 6 a.m., and the campus had been relatively empty.
Now, however, the time was well past 9, edging close to 10, and students were moving all around.
The arrival of my Ferrari drew every eye as it glided through campus, and when I stopped and parked beside my faculty building, I became the center of the world.
"Why do I feel like this is the real reason Sade walked?"
All the attention wasn't something I enjoyed. As I stepped out of the supercar, I promised myself I'd park the Ferrari in my garage from now on and only bring it out for important matters.
First, there were just stares. Then, murmurs started flying.
As I walked into the building, I couldn't help but frown at some of the words I overheard—and at the disgusting looks being thrown my way.
"I wonder what the rumour will evolve into now."
Forgetting the annoying words of irrelevant people came easy. I comfortably attended three classes that day.
At 1 p.m., I stepped out of the building alone, stretching my arms and working out the kinks.
Sade was still inside, and given her earlier attitude toward me—and the fact we still had one more class together—I decided to head home.
I had barely stepped outside and made it to the front of the building when I felt a strong stare.
Turning to the left, I saw a pair of eyes brightly locked onto me.
"Daddy."
Not caring for the location, the girl ran toward me and, jumping into my arms, locked my lips in a kiss.
