Chapter 407
Chapter 407:
Jordyn sighed. “When we were overseas, you always gave me a lift whenever it suited you back then.”
Cristian exhaled quietly but relented. “Fine, get in.”
Without hesitation, Jordyn opened the door and took the passenger seat. The car picked up speed, and before long, they pulled up alongside Fernanda and Sloane.
Jordyn lowered the window and called out cheerfully, “Miss Morgan, Cristian and I are heading off now. Catch you another time!”
Fernanda gave a slight nod. “Sure.”
Jordyn tried to spot even the slightest hint of unease on Fernanda’s face. Much to her frustration, Fernanda looked completely composed.
Rolling up the window, Jordyn glanced at Cristian’s sharp profile and said softly, “Bobby’s girlfriend is incredible—brilliant in every way. I never expected an Esports major to have such a deep understanding of economics.”
Cristian kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the window. His tone was flat. “If you knew she wasn’t studying economics, why’d you ask her to respond?”
“I only found out afterward. It was an economics lecture, so I assumed everyone there was an economics student. When I called the number, it just happened to be hers. Such a coincidence! And her answers? Absolutely flawless! Cristian, you missed it. You would’ve been impressed.”
“I wouldn’t,” Cristian replied bluntly.
He already knew how extraordinary Fernanda was. There was nothing surprising about it.
Jordyn blinked, momentarily taken aback, before clasping her hands together, her eyes gleaming with admiration. “With that intelligence, such a lovely voice, and stunning beauty, it’s hard to believe someone like her exists. If I were a guy, I’d definitely have a crush on her!”
She spoke lightly but kept her gaze fixed on Cristian.
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Cristian’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. “Relax. Not being a guy doesn’t stop you from liking her.”
Jordyn was at a loss for words. She decided to drop the subject.
Meanwhile, Fernanda led Sloane to the gym.
The nearby gym was packed, so they opted for one further away.
Sloane was a bit exasperated. “Are you serious, Fernanda?”
Fernanda had already purchased two sets of workout clothes at the front desk and handed one to Sloane.
Reluctantly, Sloane took the outfit, clearly unenthused.
“Didn’t you say your legs felt dead?” Fernanda said casually. “I’m helping you loosen them up.”
“They’re fine now…”
“Change your clothes,” Fernanda instructed with a calm yet commanding tone. Sloane found this side of Fernanda overwhelming.
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