Kiki exclaimed in excitement, "Anderson, did you come here on purpose to see me? Did you notice that I didn't go horseback riding this afternoon, so you came to find me?"
Of course, she liked Anderson. Although Westbrook looked good upon closer inspection, he was no match for Anderson, be it in appearance, intelligence, or emotional intelligence. Knowing that Anderson had a crush on another girl, and a prettier one at that, had troubled her for a long time. She intentionally got closer to Westbrook, not just out of sympathy, but mostly to provoke Anderson. However, she found it futile because Anderson simply didn't care.
But now, hope rose in her heart once again. Because Anderson was standing at the door, watching them, and he didn't look too good.
Kiki hurriedly wiped her hands and ran over, "Anderson, I'm just finishing up a painting. That's why I didn't go horseback riding today. He's been following me around, and I couldn't do anything about it. Are you upset? If you are, I'll ask him to leave now."
Upon hearing this, Westbrook became even more upset. In Kiki's eyes, there was only Anderson. He couldn't offend Anderson now, especially since he couldn't win a fight against him as he used to in the past.
"Anderson, what are you here for? You clearly have a girlfriend, don't provoke Kiki!" Westbrook grumbled discontentedly.
Anderson glanced at Kiki and said, "I didn't come to see you. I came to see him."
With that, he looked at Westbrook.
Westbrook was taken aback and pointed to himself, "Me? What do you want with me?"
Suddenly, he felt a little uneasy. After what happened last time, it was impossible not to fear Anderson.
With a serious expression, Anderson said, "School's over. You should go home. Don't linger here. Don't let your family's driver wait too long at the school gate."
Taken aback, Westbrook replied, "Anderson, why do you care about what I do? What I do and when I do it is none of your business."
At this moment, Kiki felt a surge of joy. Wasn't Anderson driving Westbrook away because he didn't want to see Westbrook by her side? Wasn't it just jealousy? She felt delighted.
"Anderson, why don't you stay here and keep me company for a while? I want you to be the first one to see my finished painting," she said.
Anderson ignored Kiki and said to Westbrook, "I really don't bother with you. If it weren't for the relationship between our families, I wouldn't even bother reminding you. It's a critical time. Whether it's you or me, after school, go straight home and don't stray from the control of your bodyguards. Otherwise, it will add unnecessary danger. Haven't you forgotten what happened to the Saunders family before? Don't linger at school, go home right away."
Westbrook opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly couldn't say anything. The terrifying experience from before was vivid in his mind.
After speaking, Anderson turned coldly and didn't look at them again.
Kiki's enthusiasm faded little by little, and finally, she pouted, "Hmph, what's this? I thought it was for someone else."
Angry, she returned to her seat, picked up her pen, and vented her feelings by drawing two strokes on the painting. She didn't care whether it ruined the overall beauty of the painting. She was extremely upset.
Westbrook thought what Anderson said made sense. He couldn't afford to cause trouble for his family anymore.
So he began to pack up and prepare to leave.
"Kiki, I'm going to leave now. Take your time with your painting, make sure it turns out great," he said.
Seeing Westbrook about to leave, Kiki became even more upset. Now she didn't even have anyone to vent her frustration to.
"You're not allowed to leave. If you dare to leave today, I never want to see you again," Kiki said stubbornly.
As soon as she said this, Westbrook immediately put down his bag, completely disregarding Anderson's words from earlier. How could he not listen when the pretty girl spoke?
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