No doubt about it, Ryder had a hell of a handsome face. You could tell just by the way Cecile, who was mad as hell a moment ago, was now blushing like a ripe tomato. And the girls around her were practically shooting heart eyes.
Agnes was quick off the mark, and blurted out, “Good timing, handsome. How can you sit back and watch your crazy fans bully other students in your name? Sure, it's not directly your fault, but it's happening because of you. Can't you rein in your fans a bit? Or do you actually enjoy being put on a pedestal?"
Agnes knew her words were a bit harsh, and she knew none of this was really Ryder's fault. But his hands-off attitude was basically that of a bystander, and he was the only one who could get these people to cool their jets.
Ryder shot Agnes a look, furrowing his brow. She was momentarily dazed, his frown reminding her of someone she knew.
Meanwhile, Cecile had already strutted up to them. “Agnes, who do you think you are, yelling at Prince like that? You're just a crafty little minx, trying to catch his eye, aren't you?"
She raised her hand to slap Agnes. But her hand was stopped mid-air by Ryder. His voice was cold as ice, “When are you going to stop this nonsense?”
Cecile stared at him with love-struck eyes, “Prince…”
“Don't call me Prince. For your father's sake, I won't make a fuss. But disband this ridiculous fan club of yours, or I'll report you for harassment.”
Cecile bargained, “I will stop if you make me your girlfriend. I've liked you for a long time.”
“I don't like you,” Ryder said flatly.
“As long as you don't have a girlfriend, I have every right to like you and pursue you. Everything I do, I do it for you.”
Ryder replied, “I already have a girlfriend.”
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