'Vernon Lin...'
Jane could not help but silently repeat his na in her mind, trying to estimate how it would roll off her tongue if she were to ever say it aloud.
Although both Jane and Charles were still freshn at their university, their family backgrounds set them apart.
Charles Chastain, the only son of successful business investors, and Jane Devold, the daughter of Ian Devold, CEO of a highly successful tech company, were known by many, while they only knew the ones who mattered.
This ant that Vernon Lin was soone who should not be of any importance to either of them, yet Charles seed to know him. Or at least of him.
"Who is t-this Vernon L-lin?"
Charles, whose eyes had been fixed on the road ahead of him all this ti, threw a quick glance at his girlfriend, then tidied his neatly done blond hair with his left hand and shrugged his shoulders, seemingly reluctant to delve further into details.
"I don't know much about the guy. All I heard is that he is graduating from the Computer Science Departnt this sumr, and although he is from a poor immigrant family, he is astonishingly smart and has been already working for Go Technologies for the past two years."
Jane jerked her body in the car seat upon hearing Charles say those words, her eyes widening.
Go Technologies was her father's competitor in software developnt and held the impressive rank of third among the growing companies in the entire country. Given that the company focused on developing sensitive security software, getting a job there so early, particularly without a university degree, would definitely require true genius.
"Wow..."
That was the only thing Jane could squeeze out of herself, while Charles could not help but scoff at his girl's genuine fascination.
"He might be smart but from what I heard, he is a complete nutjob. He is cold-blooded, rude, and would do anything to achieve his goal, so don't get involved with him. You heard the way he was talking to those girls, nothing good will co out from being around him."
Jane did not want to get involved with Vernon Lin, to begin with, but the incident she had witnessed in the parking lot still bothered her way too much.
'He is not well-off, has an off-putting personality, and although he does look fine, the way he dresses or styles his hair does not put him above others. Yet... He made a cute girl cry and felt absolutely nothing about it. How fascinating.'
***
"Alright, say hello to your father for , I still need to go visit my mom and help at her office. I'll call you when I get ho."
Charles embraced Jane once again and covered her soft lips with his, engaging her in a rather passionate but still-gentle kiss that sent his girl's head spinning each ti, and he enjoyed it.
"Are you sure? Stay for d-dinner, Father would l-love that."
The guy let out a disgruntled sigh and placed his chin on top of Jane's head, pouting his lips like a child.
"I wish I could, Princess, but you know my mother, she will make work on the weekends if I miss even one day of her business tutoring."
Jane knew that Charles' parents were rather strict with him.
After all, he had to success their business. Thus, the daily business tutoring sessions were a must, and they always made sure that their son would be punished with tons of overti work if he were to skip them for whatever reason.
Whether he was sick, buried in schoolwork, or had to deal with other important family or personal matters, the tutoring sessions had to take place from Monday to Friday, from five to seven. This strict family rule always left Princess Jane disappointed, especially since her father was so lenient with her as his own successor.
"Fine..."
She pouted her lips as well, then accepted a gentle pat on the head from her boyfriend, and watched him climb into his new sports car—a gift from his father for finishing in the top three in their departnt last sester.
Jane envied those who could drive, but despite her unstoppable urge to learn, Mr. Devold never allowed her to, forcing her to rely on the assistance of family drivers to get around. She didn't mind being chauffeured, but there was still sothing enticing about taking the wheel herself, even if it had to remain a forbidden activity for now.
***
Jane went inside her family's house and was imdiately greeted by the chipper voice of their housekeeper, Mrs. Kim, who was rushing toward her with a ladle in her right hand and a rather worried look in her aging eyes.
"Miss Jane! Why on Earth are you so late? Mr. Devold has been waiting for you since lunch!"
That was unusual.
Jane's father, Mr. Ian Devold, was a very busy man and never ca ho earlier than late evening. Whenever he ca ho earlier than that, it usually indicated that he was either seriously unwell or had sothing important to tell his daughter. Of course, neither happened that often.
'I wonder what happened.'
Having decided not to hesitate any longer, Jane went upstairs, then paused right in front of her father's office, took a deep breath, and knocked three tis.
"Co in."
Ian Devold was sitting behind his large oak desk, typing sothing on his laptop with a rather busy expression on his still-youthful face. He did not look unwell, nor did he look like soone who had sothing urgent or serious to discuss, and that made his daughter feel an incredible sense of relief.
She walked up to her father's desk and interrupted the typing sound with her loud but trembling voice.
"You're ho early! Is-is sothing the m-matter?"
Mr. Devold shifted his gaze away from the laptop screen and fixed his serious eyes on Jane's smiling face.
The casualness with which that pretty girl always smiled bothered him every ti he saw her, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Professor Taylor told that you didn't attend a single one of his lectures last sester, and if you continue with this attitude, you're going to fail his class this ti."
Jane could not help but sigh as well—it finally backfired.
"B-but father, the Theory of c-computation is hard; I can b-barely understand anything! Professor T-taylor is your friend; c-can't you just do sothing?"
Mr. Devold rubbed his already-throbbing forehead with his big hand and almost groaned. It seed like he had spoiled his daughter excessively, and now was the ti to finally address her attitude, at least to so extent.
"I'm not going to handle things like this, Jane. Professor Taylor and I have already made up our minds—you're going to get a tutor."
"W-what?!"
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