CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130 PLOY AGAINST DRAVEN.

Adjusting the fabric to make sure none of it fell off along the way, Daniel trudged forward. Academic session was in full swing, and students roamed the campus in packs, each with their cliques. The moment Daniel stepped onto Darwin College grounds, heads turned. Every student who caught sight of him threw wary glances, edging away as if his presence alone was contagious.

To be fair, he looked like a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital — and honestly, he wouldn’t blame them if they started running. The disguise was supposed to make him look like an elderly parent. Instead, it gave him the perfect look of a deranged woman.

Sighing, Daniel kept walking. The roads at Darwin College were painfully long — not just long, but marathon long.

"Haa... goodness, is this what I get for trying to look after Draven? Fuck!" he groaned, wiping the sweat clinging to his forehead.

For some absurd reason, he had taken up the role of Draven’s self-appointed guardian, when it really should’ve been the other way around. Draven should be pampering him, not the reverse. Yet here he was, in a ridiculous disguise, sweating buckets in a strange school — all because of him.

"Oh, he’ll pay for this. Every single bit of it," Daniel muttered darkly. "Not even the insults I’ve gotten on the way here will make me forget this humiliation. God, I look like a walking disaster."

He adjusted his fake scarf again. "Yuck! I’d never have believed that one day I’d be tagged a walking lunatic. Surprise!"

He sighed again and pushed forward, aimless but determined. He didn’t even know exactly where Draven was — he’d just jumped into a cab on impulse.

Then, as if fate took pity on him, he spotted Draven in the distance — arguing with someone.

Daniel waved frantically. "Hey! Over here!"

But Draven didn’t notice. He was too caught up in whatever heated conversation he was having. Even his so-called followers were ignoring the world.

Daniel considered running over but quickly dismissed the idea. His body still ached from the last time he had to sprint away from Xylander and Alexander’s nonsense. No way he was doing that again.

"You damn prick, look at me when I wave!" Daniel hissed, still flailing an arm in the air.

No response. Groaning, he decided to close the distance with a brisk walk instead. But just as he was about to call out, a girl appeared out of nowhere and draped her hands over Draven’s shoulders.

He froze. His whole body went rigid.

He wasn’t the jealous type — or so he told himself — but hell.

Okay, breathe. Maybe Draven would push her away, right? Tell her off? Laugh awkwardly and move on?

But no. None of that happened. Draven just... smiled.

"What the hell?" Daniel whispered. His eyes narrowed as the girl leaned in closer — and then kissed him.

For a few seconds, Daniel’s world shattered into static. His jaw fell open. His pulse stopped.

"This... this isn’t real," he muttered. "It’s not happening."

But it was. The girl’s hands were all over him, fingers tangled around his neck as she whispered something into his ear, and Draven laughed. That giggle tore right through Daniel’s chest.

When the girl’s face turned slightly, recognition hit him like a bullet.

"You worthless cunt! How dare you!" Daniel seethed, snatching a stone from the ground, ready to hurl it — but stopped when Draven turned his head, sensing something.

Quickly, Daniel ducked behind a pillar. From there, he peered out.

Draven looked pale — eyes sunken, skin ghostly. Nothing like the lively man he knew.

"Jeez... he looks like shit," Daniel whispered. "But why the hell let that witch kiss you then?"

Heartbroken and confused, he turned away, ready to abandon the whole miserable mission and head back to Alexander and Xylander. But his conscience whispered otherwise. Draven looked like a man dying silently. His heart clenched, torn between concern and betrayal.

Then, chaos broke out.

"I want to talk to Draven! Can you give him a little space and stop this shameless behavior?" Charles snapped, finally confronting Beatrice Bradford — the girl clinging to Draven.

Beatrice’s eyes blazed. Her little entourage gathered around her like bees protecting their queen. Charles, unfazed, dragged Draven away from her.

Beatrice watched them go, fuming. Then her friend Cassandra leaned closer. "Did you get it?"

Beatrice smirked, flipping open a pink mirror to fix her curls. "Of course. We’re getting married next week. It’s finalized."

Daniel’s world stopped.

"Married?" he whispered. "To that tasteless chick?"

The heartbreak turned to pure disbelief. Marriage? When? Why? He’d left them, claiming it was about education — but it was all a lie.

Tears welled up. His chest felt hollow. Draven was marrying her... abandoning everything — even the child.

Still trembling, Daniel tried to walk away, but voices from a nearby bench caught his ear.

"Isn’t this the fifth time Draven Swift is repeating that same class?" a male voice mocked.

The others burst into laughter.

"I knew that boy was as dumb as a rock. No wonder his parents aren’t around — who’d want to be near such a draft thing?" another chimed in.

Daniel’s fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. He memorized their faces. Every one of them.

Then a girl’s voice joined in, making his blood boil.

"He’s just got the looks, that’s all. Nothing special. And Beatrice? Don’t worry. Brandon’s yours. Draven’s just being used."

Used.

Daniel crouched lower behind a flower bed, listening as the girl — Ciri — continued.

"It’s to expose his family. Rumor says they’re into drugs. Not just dealers — major barons. That’s what Beatrice’s after. Once she exposes them, she’ll ruin the Swifts publicly."

Daniel’s eyes widened. Drug lords?

Did Draven even know? Was that why his parents were always away?

His head spun. The more he heard, the darker it got.

The group eventually left to see their professor. Daniel, still disguised, followed quietly. When they reached the office, the professor’s door was locked.

"Well, looks like he’s busy. Let’s come back later," Brandon said. They turned to leave — only to jump in horror at the sight of Daniel standing there.

"Jeez, dude — or ma’am — did you escape from a pigsty?" Brandon blurted. The others snickered as they backed away.

Daniel ignored them. He knocked on the professor’s door. No answer. So, naturally, he went for the window. The glass slid open easily, and he slipped inside — only to witness something so disturbing his brain almost melted.

There, bent over the desk, was the professor — receiving a blowjob from one of his students.

Daniel froze. Then smirked.

"Well," he said loudly, "good to know you love dicks."

The two culprits jumped apart, faces burning crimson. Daniel’s grin widened.

"What? Don’t let me stop you," he said mockingly. "Go on. Continue fucking, gentlemen. Please. Don’t mind me."