CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: WANT TO SEE HOW TOUGH THE CAMPUS TYRANT IS?

Zane Thorne stared at Natalie Vaughn for a long time, discerned the seriousness in her eyes, saw the determination, and also noticed the provocation.

Those bright eyes, even though Zane knew she was deliberately testing his limits, he couldn’t find himself disliking that gaze.

Zane eventually took out a cigarette and lit it.

He didn’t answer immediately, nor did Natalie rush him.

One puff, another puff, he smoked urgently and fiercely, finishing the cigarette in just three drags.

Out of place, Natalie thought: Zane must have great lung capacity, kissing him must feel pretty good.

Zane lit another cigarette, but this time he wasn’t in a hurry, leisurely inhaling and exhaling the smoke.

The wind seemed to be lazy at the moment, the smoke dispersing slowly.

He looked at Natalie through the smoke and finally nodded.

Natalie laughed, laughed openly, laughed wantonly.

Who would have thought that the person to get Cinnabar’s racing legend back into a car would be her?

Zane took Natalie’s glass, not letting her drink any more.

Natalie was puzzled.

"What’s wrong with having a drink when I’m happy?"

The early autumn sunset descended particularly fast, the lazy and bright beauty earlier now lacking the sun’s tint, revealing a somewhat cool temperament.

But her clothes were bright, her smile vivid, every move like the protagonist in a film, so lively, so vivid.

A faint smile appeared in Zane’s eyes.

Natalie got angry easily, but she also got happy easily.

He now probably understood that as long as you used something that interested Natalie to make an equivalent exchange, she was very easy to deal with.

She would never let herself dwell in a bad mood, she would always find a way to cheer herself up.

For example, just now.

Zane didn’t know why Natalie was so curious about him, nor did he know why he agreed to her audacious request just now.

He normally hated being provoked by others, hated others challenging his principles, hated others bringing up racing.

But seeing Natalie’s smile, he just thought this girl was very clever.

He estimated that he’d walked right into her trap.

"Weren’t you going to meet your advisor?"

Natalie was stunned for a moment, then laughed, laughing so hard she shook.

"Uncle, not to say, but why are you so rigid, you can meet the advisor anytime."

Zane frowned, not too pleased with Natalie’s address.

Is he really that old? Only six years older than her.

"Just kidding, just now my advisor texted that something came up tonight, can’t meet."

Zane released his hold, letting Natalie be.

"How much can you drink?"

Natalie winked at him.

"Wanna compete, Uncle?"

Zane: ...

A bit of coldness emerged in the man’s eyes, and he glared at her.

"Don’t you dare call me uncle."

Natalie clicked her tongue, but stopped calling him uncle.

With Zane’s looks, calling him uncle is insulting that handsome, rugged face, where’s an uncle as dashing as him?

Natalie was just putting on a front in front of Zane, she wasn’t a great drinker, could only handle a few bottles of beer, besides, the stuff bloated, she didn’t want to drink much.

It seemed a bit dull for two people to have BBQ skewers, Zane always wore a stern face, Natalie just felt eating was no fun, as she was about to get up and take a walk, she saw a large group of people approaching.

Natalie squinted her eyes and sat back down.

"Wanna see what a school bully is made of?"

Zane lifted his eyes, legs sprawled, following Natalie’s gaze, glanced over and then back.

A bunch of riff-raff.

"You’re addicted to fighting?"

The injuries from the last bar fight had barely healed.

"Who said I was going to fight?"

Zane bit on his cigarette, no longer speaking, lazily watching her as if wanting to see what tricks she’d play.

That group came over, in full force, barely spoke a few words, with a lot of swearing. The owner wasn’t too happy to serve such a crowd, but wouldn’t let business slip away at the door.

The leader called out directly.

"Get us ten cases of beer, boss."

Others were rowdy, the girls in the group ordered food.

A total of ten people sat at a big round table, a man with his arm around the waist of a girl beside him said some lewd things in public, causing the others to egg him on.

"Mr. Lawson, should we get some kidney skewers too?"

"Fuck off."

Their talk was crude.

Natalie just kept staring at them, such a straightforward gaze naturally attracting attention.

"What the fuck are you staring at?"

Natalie didn’t respond, just kept looking.

One of the men gave a lewd smile.

"Mr. Lawson, it’s a chick, with that face and body, must be fun to play with."

The one called Mr. Lawson lifted his head from the girl’s chest beside him, looking over.

Seeing Natalie’s pretty face, his heart skipped a beat, others thought Mr. Lawson was interested, and stood up.

"Mr. Lawson, I’ll bring her over to you."

Natalie smiled, watching Mr. Lawson with raised eyebrows.

The moment the man walked towards Natalie, Mr. Lawson snapped back to his senses, took a breath, and kicked the guy in the leg.

"Mr. Lawson, what are you doing?"

Mr. Lawson couldn’t be bothered, immediately letting go of the woman beside him, hurriedly tidied his clothes, then walked up to Natalie, face full of flattery.

"Boss, what brings you here for a meal?"

This address of ’Boss’ stunned the group, Zane raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Lawson, you’re still such a mess after all these years?"

Lawson kept his head down, wearing a smirk.

"It’s just that I’m not too bright, can’t learn much."

Back in the day, Lawson was also a well-known school bully, but at the time ran into Natalie. Natalie, as good as she looked, was just as fierce at fighting, even now facing Natalie, looking into her eyes, still sent shivers down his spine.

Natalie smiled, looking at the people behind him.

"Enjoying quite the fortune, huh."

"Hehe, just fooling around, just fooling around."

It was then that Lawson focused on Zane.

"Boss, who’s this?"

"My boyfriend."

Lawson exaggeratedly exclaimed.

"Bro, are you from the streets?"

He was about to hand a cigarette to Zane when Natalie kicked him.

"Okay, go enjoy your meal."

Lawson immediately pulled back.

"Boss, rest assured, this meal’s on me."

Natalie said nothing more, Lawson tactfully returned to his table.

Curiosity got the better of the group.

"Mr. Lawson, who is that chick?"

Lawson delivered a smack.

"Show some respect, that’s my boss."

Natalie ignored the people behind her and looked smugly at Zane.

"Now do you finally believe?"

The man’s eyes held amusement.

"Boss Vaughn is impressive."

Even knowing Zane was teasing, Natalie was still happy.

"Of course, I’m amazing, back then what I said went."

High school studies were too boring for her, smart, with tutors at home since childhood, those things were easy for her. Life needed some fun, encountering Lawson was fated, and from then she embarked on the so-called school bully’s path.

Zane had a smile on his lips, just watching the young girl reminisce.

"What about you in high school?"

Natalie suddenly asked.

Zane squinted, took a drag of his cigarette, in high school he had started playing with cars, pretty rebellious back then too.

Before the man could speak, another large group approached, armed, and headed towards Lawson’s table.

The smile at Natalie’s lips faded.