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Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 1396

Bunny was in an art college in L City.

Colleges here had no military training, so she did not have to worry about being tanned.

Her wound from the car accident was not severe. Her father took her to a local hospital. Just after a few days, he left her alone there. After she was discharged from the hospital, she went home and applied to a college.

"Sloane, hurry up. We're late!"

Ann, a female classmate of Bunny, pulled Bunny in a hurry. Holding two albums of paintings, Bunny ran to the hall with her. Today was the school anniversary, and all the students in the school had to present.

They came so late that they could only find two empty seats in the last row.

Almost as soon as they sat down, the president went on the stage to talk.

Official speeches were always boring. While listening to it, Bunny became drowsy and nearly fell asleep. Ann nudged her and said, "Sloane, have you heard the news? A tycoon from our country is here. It's said that he's going to build an art gallery for our school! See? Our president looks truly radiant!"

"A little bit!" Bunny casually echoed.

Ann muttered, "It is said that this rich man is generous when donating money to our college. The president has especially arranged a program for him-he is invited to be on stage and receive the appreciation of all the teachers and students. I don't know what he looks like! But there is nothing to look forward to. After all, rich men are usually bald and big-bellied without

* I N exception!

Bunny's eyelids drooped as she nodded perfunctorily.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, Ann suddenly became excited. "Wow, wow, wow, Sloane, look! So handsome!"

Bunny was pushed back and forth, so she had to raise her eyes and look at the stage.

In the center of the magnificent stage, a tall figure in a peacock blue suit stood erect before the microphone. He wore a pair of shiny leather shoes. Without a tie, he looked less official and more approachable.

He had straight eyebrows and an extraordinarily handsome face with a touch of a wicked and bewitching smile.

His presence on the platform caused uproar in the crowd.

Many female students just could not turn their eyes away from him, especially some foreign girls - they began to whistle.

Bunny blinked her eyes and said, "Hmm!" He was quite handsome!

After the grand ceremony, teachers and students left the hall in succession.

Emerson leaned against a stone pillar and stared at the exit of the hall.

Many girls around were ogling him, but he ignored all of them. Until he saw a beautiful figure appear, he strode over.

"Bunny!" Emerson blocked her way.

Bunny, who was discussing something with Ann next to her, was startled.

She patted her thin chest and looked at him with her watery eyes. "Sir, you have mistaken me for someone else! I have told you before: I'm not Bunny. My family name is Sacher, and my full name is Sloane Sacher. My English name is Daisy. You can ask my classmate if it is true!"

"Yeah, she is Daisy!" Ann echoed.

Emerson was struck dumb.

He certainly knew who she was!

Emerson fixed his eyes on her, wanting so much to lock her up. "Sloane, I have something to tell you!"

"But I'm busy!" Bunny shook her head and looked at him with an innocent look.

"Besides, I don't know you. We're not familiar with each other!"

Not familiar?!

They had slept together every night and made love so many times.

He remembered every part of her body. How could she say that they were not familiar?

Emerson felt cramps in his liver and lung.

However, Bunny ignored his dark face and said to him, "I have to hurry up and get a meal from the canteen. I don't have time to waste with you! Ann, let's go!"

After that, she took the girl by her side and ran out of his sight.

The whole college's teachers and students were all here. After the ceremony, they flew out in groups and jammed the street.

Emerson had to give up the idea of going after her and walked to the parked car on the side of the road.

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