Chapitre 315: Then come to my place

Sam quickly walked with Angel to a secluded corner, under the envious and jealous gazes of those around them. 

This "corner" was just a turn in the corridor near the staircase, a relatively hidden area on the first floor.

Angel, confident in her legs, was dressed in a pleated skirt and black thigh-high socks. She never allowed herself to look ordinary at any event, always needing to stand out from the crowd—a peculiar persistence of hers.

In reality, she didn't need to try so hard; her commanding presence and the tone she used even in casual conversation already set her apart from others.

"Come on, let's hear your excuse," Angel said, arms crossed and head slightly tilted back, her messy hair not properly tied up.