Chapter 946
Their eyes glanced over, seeing a male classmate standing in front of their table.
He is also a student from the training squad, wearing a blue top, dark trousers, and white sneakers that are spotlessly clean, almost excessively so.
However, his face was the opposite of his clean shoes—it was full of acne.
Around his mouth, there was a shadow of a black beard. He had pretty ordinary looks.
Although he didn’t say anything, he adjusted his glasses and started operating his phone.
A few seconds later, he showed Chloe Collins the successful donation page.
He suddenly declared, "A hundred grand, donated."
Upon hearing those words, even Wanda Wesley was taken aback.
His voice was quite different from his ordinary looks, extrely pleasant to listen to.
Akin to the protagonist in a TV drama.
No, rather more like the gentle and romantic second lead in an ani.
His thick glasses covered his eyes, making it impossible to get a true glimpse of his expressions.
Chloe could only see the corner of his mouth curling into a smile — a smile that seed to contain sowhat unsettling calculations.
This outco was sowhat unexpected.
Her initial intention was to discourage those people, as she hadn’t intended to accept the fragrance blending job.
Unexpectedly, an anomaly appeared.
She had been careless.
The boy said, "I’m not in a hurry. As for the main tone of the fragrance, you can decide. Just call when you’re done."
His joyful gaze froze abruptly when it landed on the ring on Chloe’s ring finger.
Having already agreed, Chloe wasn’t about to go back on her word. She had to take it on.
"What’s your na?" she asked him lightly.
His face changed slightly, looking sowhat uncomfortable. He clenched his fist at his side, and the veins on his hand were clearly visible.
"I am, Quinn, Mitchell, Quincy," he replied, each word enunciated heavily.
Then he turned around and left, with a shadow covering his eyes.
Wanda frowned, "That guy is strange."
Conversations could be heard from the next table.
"Has Mitchell Quincy gone nuts? One hundred grand, donated just like that!"
"But where did he get that kind of money? Isn’t he from a normal family? He’s even from a small county."
"What I find stranger is his voice. He doesn’t usually sound like that. His voice suddenly beca so pleasant, what’s with that?"
"You guys don’t know? His family may be ordinary, but he has a unique skill."
"Spill it, quick."
"He works part-ti as a voice actor, doing voice-overs for many anis. The one hundred grand probably ca from his work."
"So that’s the case. Hmm... I’ve never spoken to him though, he’s not that sociable."
"He is quite weird, he doesn’t talk much and often walks alone. He gives an eerie feeling."
The murmur of voices gradually faded with the departure of several people.
Her phone vibrated slightly, and Chloe glanced at it. It was a ssage from Evelyn Thompson.
[Evelyn: Chlo-Chlo, co ho for dinner tonight. Auntie made a lot of delicious food for you!]
[Evelyn: Oh right, bring Wandy back too. (Big big kiss)]
Chloe showed the ssage to Wanda.
A look of regret crossed Wanda’s face, "Sothing ca up at the Hidden Nooks, I need to handle it."
"Sothing happened?"
"Yes."
Wanda explained calmly, "The Secret Network’s annual ranking competition is being held in the Capitol this year, a lot of people have co early, so the crowd at the shop is a bit chaotic. It’s easy for troubles to start with this crowd."
She continued without a hint of stress in her voice, "A group of custors at the main shop harassed one of my servers. The bodyguard accidentally broke a custor’s bone in the process. They’re currently making a fuss in the store and we’ve called the police. I’ll have to go over there tonight."
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