CHAPTER 225: -MIDNIGHT VISITORS-

Zzz! Zzz! Zzz!

The moment his phone screen lit up, it set abuzz with vibration.

Notifications ticked, rapidly flashing as one was pushed down and another appeared.

Missed calls, calls, and even emails.

Max was left so speechless that it took him a few seconds to register what was happening.

Eventually, he picked up the phone, checking seriously if he had somehow taken someone else’s.

But upon spotting it was a black Diamond 1 Series, he renounced this thought and skeptically frowned.

"What’s going on?"

For the next two minutes, vibration never ceased. At some point, Max took the time to take off his shirt and socks, left with just his pants and underwear.

"Finally." Seeing his phone finally catch its breath, Max felt relieved and picked it up once more.

There were hundreds, if not a thousand, notifications in total.

Tapping on the missed calls, he saw they were actually unsaved foreign numbers, each at least 15 missed calls.

"Just what the fuck happened?"

"Or is this some kind of prank?" he mused, sweeping through the endless numbers.

Zzz! Zzz!

Suddenly the phone buzzed—

"Fuck." Max cursed, wanting to smash it at once when he spotted the caller’s name.

(Dad) — the simple, detached three-letter words, unadorned with emoji.

Letting out a low sigh, he clicked on the accept icon.

"Max?" Hearing his father’s inquisitive voice.

"Hello," Max responded nonchalantly, puzzled by the rare circumstances.

"Thank goodness." His voice on the other end sounded relieved.

"Huh?" Puzzled, Max stayed silent, wanting to know what happened.

"Okay. Good to know you’re kicking, buddy. Don’t say much. Trash that SIM; you’ll get a new one delivered. Don’t pick any calls or answer any questions."

Following that, the line went dead, meaning the call had ended.

"Huh?" With a blank look on his face, Max dazedly remained transfixed for a few seconds before putting his hands down.

"What the fuck is happening?"

He silently dwelled on his father’s words and came to a conclusion of his own.

"Whatever it is, it isn’t life-related danger. Judging from his tone, he seems to know my number has been compromised and didn’t reveal much."

By compromised, his number has been revealed likely to a whole lot of people.

"Seems like I’ll have to head home tomorrow."

Max glanced at his phone screen for a moment and quickly did as his father said.

Crushing the small SIM card, he randomly threw it across the room. Thankfully, the Elite Base had a general secured Wi-Fi network. Tapping on it, Max was able to gain access to the internet once more. First, he cleared his call logs and logged into Stargram.

There, he already received a text message from Miss Linda and several new follow requests since his account was private.

He replied to Miss Linda’s text. Within seconds, she replied, and they both got carried into conversation about how her day was. Eventually, she revealed that she would be having a few lessons in the Base in the coming days and asked if they could meet.

When he saw this text, Max smirked, knowing what she wanted.

At the thought of doing it in his dorm room, probably under the surveillance of the Provost, Max felt thrilled, then he went on to ask her to send her pictures. And of course, she did—ranging from the outfit she wore today. She acted naughty and even took several sexy photos of her hot body.

Eventually, they both wished each other goodnight.

It was around 10:30 p.m. at this time, minutes to being freed from his reduced stats and hormone defect.

Max sighed as he read the countdown on the holographic screen and turned to his phone, deleting every email he’d received.

"They must be worried about me."

At the thought of his mother-daughter neighbor, Max sighed.

"... it’s almost like she never existed." Max’s thought briefly drifted to the new neighbor who had come to greet him once and quickly discarded the thought.

"A quick bath should be enough."

Max opened the wardrobe, finding just a pair of men’s pajamas. He was relieved, having realized the thought of filling it had escaped his mind.

...

Ding Dong!

Ding! Ding!

About thirty minutes later, Max had just changed when the doorbell rang.

He paused, thinking he had misheard the first time since he wasn’t expecting anyone, and Evelyn’s friends didn’t know his room either.

However, the electronic bell rang for the second time, and Max had to answer.

Although there was an option to check the door cam, Max opened it without much thought and was left stunned, puzzled by the sight before him.

’What’s she doing here?’

Behold, before him stood two enchanting slender ladies of different ethnicity.

Miss May, who had her hair tied into a long ponytail, stood at the front with a slightly nervous look, still in the same dress as earlier.

Her eyes quickly searched through his, hoping for an answer.

However, Max’s cold frown revealed nothing. Instead, he turned his attention to Sloane, who was dressed in a structured fabric green gown that was expressive and appealing without exposing much more than her thighs.

She looked composed and calm at first, but when his eyes gazed into hers, she faltered and revealed a faint flush.

"Can we come in?" she asked, holding her bag close.

’Huh?’ After appraising their appearance, with warm blood flowing down to his little brother for a moment, Max retrieved his thoughts and nodded.

He stepped back, and the two ladies walked in. The door closed shut after a quick glance at the empty hallway.

’It seems like they did some assignment before coming.’

Already suspicious, Max turned to see the two ladies still standing.

Glancing around, there was only a reading table and chair.

He took out the latter and gestured to the two ladies to sit on the bed.

"Thank you. But we are not here for that," Sloane spoke first, in a professional voice, as she accessed a stern look.

"For misconduct and dishonor. Her session in Elite Metropolitan would be terminated based on your appeasement."

"Huh?"