CHAPTER 591: CHAPTER 591: HOW MANY EXES HAVE YOU HAD?

"Maybe they thought July spoke better?"

Joy Quinn was outwardly humble but internally criticized Victor Hawthorne and his group of clueless followers over and over.

She was the type who was guaranteed to get first place in the Meridia Language Competition, and offering them tutoring was an exceptional opportunity they couldn’t get elsewhere.

Yet those fools not only rejected her, but even reprimanded and warned her because of July Quinn, leaving her utterly humiliated.

People like that, she had no interest in helping.

In fact, she was now hoping that July would give them worse and worse lessons.

When the exam results came out, and the entire class ranked at the bottom, having to publicly admit their stupidity in front of the whole school including Charles, they would definitely regret not accepting her help.

"A girl like July Quinn, coming from a poor backwater, knows Meridia’s language? Don’t be ridiculous!"

Willow Young sneered without a care:

"When the exam results come out, and the whole class is embarrassed, July Quinn will definitely get a beatdown."

What Willow said was exactly what Joy Quinn was eager to see.

If July’s overly beautiful face could be messed up, that would be perfect.

Yes, right now Joy Quinn only wanted to destroy July Quinn.

If it weren’t for July’s arrival, she would still be the school’s revered genius girl, the darling in Victor Hawthorne’s heart.

So, he couldn’t wait to ruin July Quinn.

As long as July Quinn didn’t exist in this world, she would still be the irreplaceable genius girl of First University of Esteria, and still Victor Hawthorne’s darling in his heart...

So, she was now looking forward to the day of the Meridia Language Competition!

*

In a newly bought two-bedroom apartment in the city center—

July Quinn took a few photos with her phone and casually sent them to Kyle Keaton.

[Do you like it? If you do, come over tonight and take a look?]

Receiving this message, Kyle Keaton squinted his sharp eyes as if he saw something scandalous.

Making the other Keaton Group shareholders around the same conference table sense something was wrong, worried if there was anything amiss with the company.

Especially the executive directly reporting the latest results to Kyle Keaton, whose legs were practically turning to jelly.

But Kyle Keaton kept a cold face and kept replying to July Quinn: [Tonight? Not convenient.]

He thought his indirect refusal was pretty clear.

Yet someone seemed to have thicker skin than a city wall, and replied:

[Nope. As long as you come, the door is always open for you.]

Kyle Keaton looked at these words and finally couldn’t help but question:

[Saying so much, isn’t it just that you want to sleep with me?]

Ever since the day she unsuccessfully invited him to a hotel, July Quinn had been sending him some harassing messages daily, always circling around the word "sleep."

Since that’s the case, he might as well expose her malicious intent directly, and see if she still dares to have the gall to send these things every day.

Unexpectedly, July Quinn responded:

[No, I’m not like those vulgar women out there. They say so much just to sleep with you, but I’m fine with the sofa, and the balcony works too.]

Kyle Keaton: "..."

Across the vast distance, can you sense how my anger is about to explode?

After taking a deep breath and calming down a bit, Kyle Keaton continued messaging.

[With such skills, how many boyfriends have you had before?]

Did she try all those sofa and balcony scenarios with them?

If not, how dare she make such bold statements?