togophonebook Chapter 540: Elegant Yet Rude Lady
Chapter 540: Elegant Yet Rude Lady
(Author’s POV)
"Woah~ .... isn’t that~ .... isn’t that a Bentley?" Wendy spoke in surprise; her eyes fixated on the passing vehicle, admiring it. "Is it just me, or there are too many luxurious cars entering the University today, hmm?" she asked. "Do any of you have any idea why?"
"Ohh~ ... Grandpa told me last night. Apparently, Chairman Larson has finally woken up. So, quite a few business tycoons and prominent figures from different industries have come to check up on his recovery and well-being," Yelena answered casually.
"Ahh~ ... that’s why?" Wendy nodded in understanding, and so did Myra. The three of them were walking to the campus. Wendy then added, "What a great and admirable figure Chairman Larson is. I wish I could become someone as respectable as him."
"True that. He really is a top tier, godly figure. I have met him twice, and his sense of humour is top notch. He doesn’t make you uncomfortable at all," Yelena said. She then glanced Myra’s way, who had been silent. Normally, whenever they were talking about Jacob Larson, Myra would start reciting words of praise for him one after another. So, Yelena found this reticence a little unusual. "Hey, Ra-ra~ ... what’s up with you? You seemed rather dazed today? Got something on your mind, babe? Are you okay?" she queried.
Hearing her name, Myra flinched. She had been thinking of what to say to Brave when she saw him later. She wanted to give him an answer as soon as possible and be over with this mate drama. "Huhh~ .... Sorry, uhh~ ... I am fine. I was thinking about the class I have missed. By the way, what were you guys talking about?"
"Who else, your favourite Sir Larson," Wendy chimed. "Sis Yel said he is awake and well now."
"Ahh~ ... I know. I am glad he is back on his feet," Myra said with a smile, recalling her brief meeting with him yesterday.
They were busy conversing on their own~ ... when a vintage, Mustique blue Rolls Royce drove past them. The window rolled down as a pristine white scarf fluttered with the wind and swayed in the opposite direction. It landed near the girls as they halted to look at it.
Myra quickly picked it up from the ground. The fine dust that had settled on it, she brushed it off carefully, though the dirt on it wasn’t fully cleaned. She glanced in the direction of the vehicle, which had already gone out of their sight. She folded it neatly when Yelena remarked, "Let’s drop that in a nearby bin. It’s dirty already."
"No, it looks expensive and might be important; the owner may come looking for it. I will submit it to the lost and found personnel," Myra replied.
"As you wish," Yelena said as they neared the intersection where they parted ways. Myra waved to the two of them and headed in the other direction. As she walked, she noticed quite a lot of eyes were on her, some pitiful, some purely curious, and some with admiration. She was expecting it. After all, the ugly episode with Nigel Long and his family, everyone on the campus knew about it. The confession video he had posted was still online, making the rounds. She didn’t give them any heed and strode confidently.
As she was about to turn around the corner, a car stopped beside her, giving her a near fright. Startled, her feet tangled as she landed on her butt. Still on the floor, she glanced at the vehicle; it was the same colored Rolls Royce that had gone by them.
With a clicking sound, the driver opened the door and walked to the backseat. He unlatched the door and out came a refined lady, in a sleek black silk full length gown. Myra looked at her silver gem embedded heels as she raised her head to look at her face. The black haired woman looked exquisite. Her maroon painted lips moved as she murmured something to her driver in a low, hushed voice.
The driver nodded, gave a low bow, and then turned to Myra, who was getting up from the floor. He spoke, "Miss. You have something in your possession that belongs to my master."
Myra was dusting her butt; her left arm was a bit scraped by the brick pavement. A hiss escaped her mouth as she rubbed the gnashed part of her skin. She wanted to give them a piece of her mind for driving rashly, but there were too many eyes on her, and she wanted to stay away from any sort of unnecessary drama as much as she could. ’Getting involved with rude and rich people like them wasn’t a very ideal thing.’
She hurriedly took out the scarf from her bag and handed it over to the driver. Then, without giving them a single glance, she started to go about her business.
All of a sudden, a resonant yet polished voice stopped her, "Wait~ ..." It belonged to the woman. Myra swirled to face her and asked, "What is it, ma’am?" Her tone formal.
The sophisticated woman moseyed her way. Posing in front of Myra, like a runway show stopper, with her neatly manicured pearl nails and fingers pried open her Versace bag, took out a stack of currency and handed it over to Myra, "For you," she said, looking down on Myra.
Myra felt her blood rise, but she composed herself and declined, "Ma’am, I don’t need it." Her face hardened.
But the lady took out another stack and said, "I said take it. This is your compensation. I don’t like to owe anyone."
"Ma’am, with due respect, I don’t need your charity~ .... sorry, in your case, compensation. And~ ... you don’t owe me anything. Just remember this, your driver needs some learning lessons. He doesn’t even know he should not drive so closely and rashly near a sidewalk. Not inside a campus area, with so many people around," Myra spoke, her tone even and firm. "If there is nothing else, I have a class to attend. Well then~ ...." She started on her journey once again.
The woman didn’t call for her, just stared at her receding figure with a sharp look. The driver came to her and asked, "Elder Richards, what should I do with the scarf?"
"Throw it in the trash, burn it, whatever," she said with a disgusted look as she walked back and settled in her vehicle as they made their way to the Larson mansion.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .