Chapter 85

Highschool girls like them had a weakness for cool and extraordinary men.

Clarissa found herself eager to know more about the man riding that bicycle.

Meanwhile, Grant Vancewood, who was in the driver's seat, had a gloomy look on his face.

F*ck! You again? Why do you keep showing up? I finally came out to score some chicks, only to run into you again! Are you into me or something?

He felt extremel