Chapter 117

• "Who cares?" Sitting in the canteen, like a tired and exhausted dude, Zander rolled his eyes. "I don't, to be really honest! I don't like plastic dolls any longer." He scoffed, sparing a glance at the hot girl sitting across him on the other table.
• She was gorgeous. Having undergone plastic surgery, she looked awesome! Ever since she entered the school after a week of unsaid absence, she returned looking gorgeously great. But Zander, being the baddest beta male, did not find her appealing enough at all.
• He moved his eyes everywhere but her direction while she kept looking in his way, hoping for a small glimpse. It was not hidden from anyone how much that girl— oh, Claire , to be precise, liked Zander despite his dark eyes and 'don't mess with me' personality.