"Yolanda, I heard you have a boyfriend," a girl with short hair said, her eyes darting around as she spoke in a high-pitched voice. "He wouldn't happen to be... Mr. Schwartz, would he?"
"Oh, you guys, don't spread rumors," Yolanda said, clenching her fists. A blush crept up her cheeks as she added sweetly, "Mr. Schwartz would be upset if he heard."
Her reaction was a dead giveaway. They were pretty sure it was true. Who would have thought Yolanda's future connections were so powerful?
"Don't worry," the other students nodded, promising to keep it a secret.
They immediately began to flatter her. The Schwartz family was the wealthiest in the region, their influence stretching across both business and political circles. Getting a job at the Schwartz Group was a dream for any student. Now that Yolanda had this kind of relationship with Mr. Schwartz, all they had to do was win over the future lady of the Schwartz Group, and a job would be practically guaranteed.
"He's here! He's here!" an excited voice cried out from the crowd.
A line of black cars pulled up to the school gate. Security guards immediately cleared a path and set up barriers.
Students stood on their tiptoes, craning their necks to get a better look, Yolanda included. She was desperate to see what Shanley's face really looked like.
The car doors opened, and a group of bodyguards in black suits stepped out first. Then, the door of the sports car in the center opened, and a pair of immaculate leather shoes came into view. Following them up were a pair of long, straight legs encased in black suit trousers. The man wore a dark blue suit jacket over a white shirt, the collar unbuttoned to reveal a pale, elegant neck, giving him a look that was both relaxed and lazy.
And then, they saw his face—a handsome masterpiece of sharp, defined features.
A collective gasp went through the crowd.
"Wow..." The girls were practically swooning. "Aah, he's so handsome!"
Who started the rumor about him being prematurely bald? His height, his looks, his physique—he was way more attractive than any of those pretty-boy celebrities. More importantly, he wasn't just handsome; he exuded a powerful, masculine charm. Every move he made was filled with grace and nobility. He was like a god, so dazzling that you couldn't bear to look away for even a second.



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