The text message was exceptionally concise, much like a certain someone's style of doing things—clean and decisive. Even the period at the end looked perfectly in character.
But... a three-pointer!
After a moment of confusion, Shalma Hughes immediately looked up. Sure enough, a car was parked right in front of her. It was a vehicle she had ridden in countless times; there was no way she wouldn't recognize it. Besides, this was the school gate. It was rare to see such an expensive car here. Who else could it be but him?
Talk about rotten luck! No matter what, they always seemed to run into each other. The odds were ridiculously high.
Right then, Julian Winslow slowly rolled down his window. Resting one arm on the edge, he looked like a hunter waiting for his prey to walk right into a trap. However, a slight chill clouded his striking features.
