Kriss sat back, dumbfounded. A personal maid attending lectures, serving as an organizational officer… it felt like a scene ripped straight from an Asian drama. But here it was, alive in front of him.
"You know Dellon, right?" Jack's voice broke the silence. His eyes never left the laptop screen, but his tone carried that same sharp, mocking edge. "President of the Student Faculty Council over at Science and Technology."
Kriss raised a brow. "Yeah… I've seen him around. Why?"
Jack leaned back, lips twitching into a half-smirk. "You think he's just some overachiever who lucked out? Sure, he's a prodigy. But here's the fun part,"
Kriss leaned in, curiosity already hooked.
"Dellon isn't just smart. He's blood. The nephew of the National Police Chief." Jack's smirk widened, sharp and predatory. "And his family? Prosecutors. The law is practically their playground."
"...Damn," Kriss muttered under his breath, a low whistle escaping him. It clicked in his head now.
