Chapter 11
Everyone in the medical school–hell, even across all of Jorendale University–knew who Thiago Langston was.
He was the founder of Altigo Group and the youngest son of Lawrence Langston, the richest man in Jaxwell. One of his older sisters ran Langston Group, and the other was an actress popular across the nation.
Rules at forendale University were strict to begin with. Getting caught fighting on campus grounds? That alone could get you expelled. Add Thiago’s words on top of that, and you would be packing your bags before lunch,
Vivian and Wendy froze. Both of them looked like they had been through a tornado. Their clothes were disheveled, and their hair was a total disaster. They barely resembled themselves.
Luciana rushed forward, taking a big step to pull Vivian over to her side. She hurriedly fixed her hair and smoothed out her shirt. “What were you thinking? Why would you start a fight?”
Vivian, still panting and furious, snapped, “Beating her ass was letting her off easy! I swear to God, I want to strangle her!”
Off to the side, Hugo couldn’t help himself. Seeing Vivian looking like a pissed–off little gremlin, wild–haired and fuming, he burst out Laughing
Vivian shot him a death glare,
Thiago ran a frustrated hand through his hair, then turned to the circle of students who were still standing around gawking. “Are you guys this bored? Want me to assign each of you a bathroom to clean? Might help cut down the university’s maintenance budget.”
Like he had hit a switch, the crowd scattered in seconds.
Luciana tried to lead Vivian away before things got worse, but just as she turned to go, Thiago stepped in and blocked her path. “Did you hurt your hand?”
Luciana awkwardly rotated her wrist. “It’s fine. I gotta go. Thanks again.”
Thiago glanced down and, without saying much, gently took her wrist. “You’re fine? You sure about that?”
Her heart jumped. She yanked her hand back and frowned, her tone sharper than she meant. “Thiago, what’s with you? You never used to be
like this.”
He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And what was I like before?”
Luciana wanted to say, “You used to ignore people,” but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.
They locked eyes.
Then, Hugo, cool as ever, chimed in, “Man’s down bad.”
Thiago shot him a glare. “Did I ask you?”
Hugo shut up real quick,
Nearby, Monica finally recognized Luciana. She was the waitress working at The Fable Fox last night. She hadn’t expected Thiago to know her, and it rattled her more than she cared to admit.
Trying to stake her claim, Monica stepped forward and hooked her arm around Thiago’s. “Thiago, let’s go. My dad’s waiting for you in his
office.”
Thiago looked down at her, his charming eyes narrowing as the corners of his mouth curled into a smooth, practiced smile. Just like that, Monica’s cheeks turned bright red. Her heart even skipped a beat.
Thiago said coolly, “Didn’t I already tell you? If Professor Dibble wants to talk to me, he’ll reach out himself. You’re not his mouthpiece.”
He slipped his arm out of her grip, then glanced up, but Luciana was already gone. She had vanished like smoke.
Monica’s smile froze on her face.
