"Is that... Angel?"
"How did she get here?"
"What did she an by what she just said? Did soone invite her?"
The president of the Youth Literature Departnt looked puzzledly at Dahlia, who imdiately shook her head frantically.
"I have no idea... I didn’t say anything to her."
So, the problem beca quite clear.
Although not many people were gathered here, there were still about ten individuals present, including Sam, Sophie, and Isabella.
The rest were mbers of the Youth Literature Departnt and a few from the photography club.
And now, all eyes were on this suddenly appeared girl with a distinctive aura.
Sophie seed to realize sothing; her expression quickly turned colder, and although she was already sowhat impatient and aloof before, now she reached a new level of iciness.
Sam felt a sudden chill, as if an ice mage had cast a frost spell.
Angel walked straight up to Sam and Sophie, ignoring everyone else’s gaze.
She smiled at them, while Sophie t her gaze directly, seemingly unwilling to show any weakness in front of this girl.
Sam, however, appeared quite calm.
It should be fine, right?
After all, it was just a photo shoot, and there hadn’t been any physical contact or intimate gestures... but the look in this girl’s eyes was truly unsettling.
That dangerous gaze seed as if it wanted to dissect him on the spot.
"How did you co here?"
Sam had no choice but to initiate the conversation, as it seed no one else dared to speak to Angel with her presence dominating the atmosphere.
Angel squinted at Sam.
"Are you not happy with my appearance, afraid it might ruin your plans?"
Sam quickly responded with a smile.
"How could that be? I’m just helping out the Youth Literature Departnt with a photo shoot..."
"Then why didn’t you ask to take the photo with you?"
Sam wanted to say, ’Well, you have to let people dare to ask you first. Who do you think you are, Angel Heiress? It takes a huge amount of courage just to speak to you.’
That was the truth, but to spare Angel’s feelings, Sam could only smile and say,
"How would I know their requirents... They approached us at the Ultimate Human Departnt, so I just lent a hand."
Angel scoffed disdainfully, then turned her head to Sophie, her posture as if she was interrogating them in turns.
Sam and Sophie were like prisoners waiting to be dealt with, and this girl was like a judge from heaven.
"And you, when you heard it was him you’d be taking photos with, you couldn’t resist agreeing?"
Sam thought Sophie would retort, but unexpectedly, the first thing Sophie said was,
"What’s it to you?"
Well, that’s sothing!
Sam almost wanted to give this girl a thumbs up.
And you, Sophie, my friend, you’re the true warrior here!
Angel’s smile deepened, clearly indicating that the danger level was skyrocketing.
"It seems you’ve grown bolder. It looks like you’re struggling to do well in what you wish to, aren’t you? But the photo shoot isn’t going too well, feeling helpless?"
Sophie couldn’t stand such questioning more than she could Angel’s high status.
She looked directly at her, her face slightly flushed with anger.
"It’s none of your business. We’re just getting started. We’ll find our groove soon enough, and it’s not all my fault."
Angel directly said to Sophie,
"Good is good, bad is bad. What do you an ’soon’? Move aside."
With that, she squeezed in between Sam and Sophie, suddenly making it three of them standing in a row.
The only piece of good news was that the photo shoot was designed to use the rain as a backdrop, not to actually enter it, so there was no worry about getting wet.
However, with three people lined up in a row for the shot... well, that seed more like a family portrait.
In which case, Sam was definitely playing the role of the father.
"What are you doing?"
The others watched this dramatic scene unfold with various expressions of bemusent.
Sophie was particularly displeased with Angel’s behavior.
anwhile, Angel was looking ahead, eyeing the photographer from the photography club, who seed unsure of what to do with the cara.
"Since her effect isn’t very good, would you mind if soone else took her place?"
With Angel’s deanor and presence... who would dare object?
But to replace soone without Sophie’s consent, wasn’t that a bit inappropriate?
"Well..."
The photographer looked awkwardly towards Dahlia, who imdiately turned to Isabella beside her, seeking help.
Isabella seed to be pondering sothing, then she approached the trio.
"Hello, Angel. I’m Isabella, the president of The Ultimate Human Departnt."
"Oh, what’s up?"
Angel tilted her head slightly—not because Isabella was particularly tall, but because this girl habitually assud a superior posture when speaking with others.
Isabella, aware of Angel’s nature and not minding her arrogant stance, asked,
"Do you want to take the photo with Sam?"
"Is that a problem?"
"It’s not that it’s a problem... It’s just that Sophie and Sam were the chosen pair, and your sudden inclusion..."
Isabella hadn’t finished her sentence when Angel interrupted her.
"Haven’t you already tried? If you can’t get a good result, you should consider changing people. Otherwise, do you plan to waste a whole day here? Replacing the unsuitable person is the best choice."
Hearing this, Sophie imdiately bristled with defiance.
She didn’t want to compete with Angel over anything, nor would she admit that her attitude towards Sam had been changing ever since she t him, continually pushing her boundaries.
Sophie simply couldn’t stand Angel’s disrespectful attitude towards others, and what right did she have to say Sophie wasn’t good enough?
"I disagree. It’s just the beginning; how can you be so sure about everything? You show up uninvited, not even as a backup, and what gives you the right to force your way in?"
Sam was sowhat surprised; this seed to be the first ti Sophie was so adamant about sothing.
The people around looked at Sam as if they envied him, as if they envied this boy who seed to be the object of a ’struggle’ between two girls.
But only Sam knew the truth and was almost in tears. Don’t be fooled by these two girls’ beautiful appearances; a slight misstep could really be deadly.
Sam looked towards Isabella, desperately signaling with his eyes, hoping she could play a role at this mont to at least defuse the situation.
In response, Isabella seed to have an idea suddenly.
"I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?"
"What is it?"
"Both of you take turns taking photos with Sam, and then we choose the best set of photos. That way, we can see who is the most suitable, right?"
Sophie didn’t even think before responding, "Why should I compete with her? I was the chosen one from the start."
Angel, however, smirked and said with a smile, "Interesting. What’s the matter, Sophie, afraid of competing with ? Afraid you won’t be able to accept the outco? If that’s the case, you might as well quit now; it would be more dignified."
Originally, Sophie was unwilling because she felt Angel had no reason to barge in suddenly. But when Angel put it that way, Sophie also sneered.
"Afraid? I’m worried you won’t be able to accept the outco. If that’s the case, let’s give it a try."
"Fine, I’ll go first. Don’t say I bullied you."
Sam thought about it and decided it was better to lower the hand he wanted to raise. No one listened to his opinion before, and now with these two girls... his opinion was even less likely to be considered.
Sophie, not one to back down, walked to the side with full confidence, adopting a stance that said: I’d like to see how you manage! She stood by and watched.
Sam was truly speechless.
The actual shooting process was simple and straightforward, but the result had to be a competition to see who was more suitable... No matter who was chosen in the end, Sam would offend the other party.
Following these developnts, how could things be smoothed over? Both girls were not the type to accept defeat, and neither would willingly admit being lesser than the other.
Isabella clapped her hands together with evident joy.
"Great, let’s get started then. I’m really looking forward to this~"
Everyone promptly took their positions.
And Angel knew exactly what the spectators wanted to see.
She didn’t need to apply any makeup or change her clothes. Compared to Sophie, her aura wasn’t the slightest bit inferior, and one might even say each had their own unique charm.
Sam could only stand to the side, holding an umbrella in one hand and the other in his pocket.
His slightly lazy deanor was accented as he lifted his head slightly, his ssy hair revealing a pair of beautiful, deep eyes.
The pronounced Adam’s apple added a distinctly masculine vibe to the image, crisp and evocative.
Angel stood close by Sam’s side, almost leaning against him, showing no aversion to bodily contact.
She then looked towards the cara with a calm and natural deanor.
Her head was also slightly raised, her backpack slung over one shoulder, and her gaze carried a unique arrogance that imdiately commanded respect, yet also ignited a desire to conquer.
The photographer seed to instantly find the right feel, shooting from various angles and occasionally reminding them of minor details.
Isabella couldn’t help but remark upon seeing this scene.
"They really look well-matched... I didn’t expect Sam to stand out even beside an heiress like Angel..."
Sophie remained silent.
She had to admit, from any angle, the two of them looked remarkably well together in the fra, almost like a beautifully crafted painting, depicting a scene not even idol dramas could conjure.
But Sophie would never concede she was inferior to Angel.
If Angel could do it, why couldn’t she?
She was just in the wrong mindset before, that’s all.
Now, Sophie was ignited with a fierce determination.
Was it just about being photogenic? Was it just about connection and chemistry?
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly.
Sam and Angel quickly finished their shoot.
Sophie walked up directly, while Angel smiled at the girl who seed to overestimate herself.
"See for yourself, right? But so things, no matter how hard you try to imitate or strive for compatibility, are just futile attempts."
Sophie sneered.
"Just watch, the result isn’t certain yet."
"Very well, then I’ll look forward to your performance."
Next, it was Sophie’s turn to stand beside Sam.
Sam felt almost stiff from holding the pose; while he wasn’t physically tired due to his constitution, the ntal strain was indeed taxing.
Sam could distinctly sense a change in Sophie’s aura as she ca back to his side.
It seed a bit more extroverted than before.
Originally, she was quite reserved, keeping her emotions hidden so no one could guess what she was thinking or planning.
Now, her presence and aura seed to declare to everyone: She is unique and irreplaceable.
Sam could almost sll the gunpowder in the air, thick with her fighting spirit.
"Ready? We’re going to start." The photographer alerted them.
Sam nodded to indicate he was ready, then was startled by a slight touch on his arm.
Turning his head in surprise, he saw Sophie, who had avoided any physical contact during the previous shoot, not only standing very close to him but also reaching out to hold the lower end of the umbrella handle, just below where Sam was holding it!
Sam’s little finger felt the temperature of her palm, slightly cool, and sensed their arms almost touching due to the movent.
He couldn’t believe Sophie would initiate such contact, and his heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
He could also clearly see Sophie’s ears, hidden beneath her hair, seeming to turn even redder.
Sophie faced forward, her expression betraying no flaws. If it weren’t for such details, Sam would have sworn everything before was just an act by this girl.
Isabella’s eyes widened, while Angel’s pupils sharply contracted, her icy aura seemingly spreading instantly.
The photographer, as if he had stumbled upon sothing incredible, excitedly grabbed his cara.
"That’s the pose! My God, Sophie, you’re a genius! Sam, don’t look at the cara! Just like that, look at her! Give a profile, just like that! Don’t move, don’t move!!"
"Click~~~~"
"Good, good, let’s change the pose. Now, Sam, you look at the cara, and Sophie, you look at his face! Just like that, hiss... That’s so evocative, so full of feeling!"
"Click~~~"
They took just those two shots.
The mont it ended, Sophie withdrew her hand, and Sam had already noticed her earlobes turning bright red.
Actually, Sam hadn’t really felt the cara at all. By Sophie’s side, he experienced a wondrous atmosphere.
It was so quiet that only the sound of rain and her breathing and heartbeat could be heard. This magical power was sothing even Angel couldn’t provide him.
But surprisingly, he could feel it with Sophie...
What exactly was this? Was it his imagination? Or had this feeling always been there, just unnoticed by him before?
At this mont, Angel approached them, while everyone else sensibly moved aside to discuss the outco.
She gave Sophie a dangerous look first.
"You really went all out... You’ve probably been wanting to do sothing like this for a while, haven’t you?"
Sophie clearly understood what Angel ant, and of course, she wouldn’t admit it, but she didn’t want to discuss it at the mont. Instead, she looked at Angel with a triumphant smile.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it seems like you think you’re going to lose, right?"
"What a joke, you can’t possibly win even with such petty tricks. You think you’ve already won? Ridiculous."
"The only ridiculous one here will be known shortly."
Sam wanted to take this chance to slip away quietly. It seed there was nothing left for him to do here, and escaping was of utmost importance.
But soon, a gaze shifted towards him.
"Brother, where are you off to?"
Sam turned stiffly, facing Angel, who was looking at him with a charming yet dangerous smile.
Sophie, on the other hand, was taken aback.
"brother?"
Angel smiled.
"Oh, you didn’t know? He’s now my mother’s godson, which nominally makes him my brother. Oh, and a little piece of trivia... You should know I’m an only child, and what does it an for a young man to beco a godson?"
Sophie understood, of course. Continue your adventure with .Côm
Adopting adults as godsons or goddaughters is not uncommon in Kuhang and is even quite common in so major families, with a long history behind it.
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What Angel implied couldn’t be clearer...
Sophie couldn’t believe how quickly things were progressing.
She glanced at Sam, who didn’t object, though he knew the real situation wasn’t as decisive as it seed. But speaking out now would be a great offense to Angel.
And he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Sophie turned to Angel and said coldly.
"What’s it to ? I don’t see what there is to brag about. What you consider a treasure is not the sa for everyone."
Angel’s smile was triumphant.
"Is that so? Good, I hope you always rember what you said. It’ll be quite embarrassing if you change your mind later."
"You..."
"Alright, the results are out!"
Finally, Isabella’s announcent cut through everything.
Both girls turned to look in that direction.
Their competitive spirit was obvious and undeniable, impossible to hide.
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