NovelEnglishChapter 50
Chapter 50
Briar didn't feel the least bit awkward. She glanced at Thomas but kept her thoughts to herself.
Abbie was Abbie, and Thomas was Thomas. She wasn't the type to take out her frustration with one person on
someone else.
Still, the way Thomas looked at her suggested he was holding a bit of a grudge.
Mason, relieved to hear from Briar that Frank wasn’t getting a beating, pulled out his phone and shot Frank a
quick message, asking when
he’d show up since class was about to start.
Their afternoon classes were with Jewell Morphew, a younger professor with a much shorter fuse than Joshua.
Jewell’s classes were no joke-he took attendance every session and loved piling on assignments that were way
beyond their skill level. You had to take meticulous notes just to have a shot at finishing his brutal homework. It
was a nightmare.
Frank replied almost instantly, saying he was on his way.
Sure enough, less than five minutes later, Frank walked in, trailed by a sulky Mia, her head down and her face
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Ted and Mason greeted him, with Mason flashing a cheeky grin. “Well, well, Prince Frankie! You in one piece? Any
bruises I need to check?”
Frank shoved Mason's teasing face away, rolling his eyes. “Get lost. Can't you wishwell for once?”
“It’s just that Ashton’s rep is too terrifying!” Mason laughed, unfazed by the push.
Ted, more perceptive than the boisterous Mason, jerked his chin toward Mia, who had her back to them, silently
asking Frank what was up
with her.
Frank shot them a look that screamed, Don’t ask. He walked over to Briar, fishing two pieces of candy from his
pocket and holding them out to her. “Here, Briar, have scandy on me.”
Briar blinked, caught off guard by his blatant attempt to butter her up. “Uh, thanks?”
room to hear. “No problem. Ashton toldto look out for you, so I'm not Frank winked, lowering his voice just
enough for everyone in the letting anyone give you grief. From now on, you've got a problem? You cto me,
got it?”
Briar’s lips curved into a faint smile, her cool, commanding posture slipping just a bit. “Got it. Thanks, Frank.”
Seeing her so agreeable, Frank suddenly got why Ashton had called her “polite.” But he wasn’t about to pat her
head like Ashton did.
Growing up in a cutthroat elite family, Frank knew how to read people,
Briar might seem easygoing, but he'd heard about her roommate’s ordeal.
A few shoves, and she'd left someone's back a mess of bruises? Yeah, Frank was a little intimidated now.
“Time's ticking. We better grab seats,” Charle piped up. “Both afternoon classes are with Jewell Bombhew.”
Jewell had earned the nickn“Bombhew” for his habit of dropping impossibly tough assignments and chewing
out students at the drop
of a hat.
His classes were like navigating a minefield.
“Right, Thomas, you're the fastest-go save us sspots!” Mason said, eager to keep the vibe from getting
awkward again.
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Thomas nodded. “Got it. I'll head to the third floor and hold seats. You guys hurry up; don’t be late.”
“Will do.”
As the only freshman in the lab group, Briar didn’t have to join them for class. Soon, the small office emptied out,
leaving just her, Mia and Joseph.
Their classes didn’t start until two-thirty, so they were in no rush to leave.
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