"I did contact him, but he said he's busy. That's why I'm calling you. Mr. Hawthorne likes you so much; I'm sure he'll listen to you," the homeroom teacher said matter-of-factly. "Serena, it's settled, then. I'll have afternoon tea ready for you two this afternoon. Oh, right, the principal will be here too. If you can bring Mr. Hawthorne this time, the principal will see you in a whole new light."
Before Serena Hughes could respond, the homeroom teacher hurriedly hung up.
Hearing the dial tone, a cold dread washed over Serena Hughes.
'Something must be wrong between me and Damian Hawthorne.'
'The proposal might have upset Damian, but not so much that he'd bail on something he promised me.'
'No, I have to go find him.'
「The Hawthorne Group Building.」
Serena Hughes rushed into the lobby, only to be stopped by the security gates.
"Open up. I need to see Mr. Hawthorne," Serena Hughes demanded, turning to the receptionist.
