Chapter 7 Woman! I've Found You!

After Falcone finished speaking, she turned away without looking back, heading towards the table with a champagne tower. Even though her classmates were quietly praising her for her earlier boldness. But no one knew how much pain she felt when she said those seemingly carefree words! She was exposing her scars in public, hurting herself to hurt the enemy! And all these actions could only salvage a bit of her dignity. Although Armand's gaze was on his companion, Miranda, he kept his eyes on Falcone's retreating figure. If anyone had seen this scene, they could have sensed apology and reluctance in those charming light gray eyes. Miranda waved her hand impatiently in front of him, her nails sparkling with huge crystals under the light. Armand was taken aback by her sudden movement, and his gaze fell on his companion again, with a barely perceptible sneer on his lips. Miranda didn't notice his disgust, she leaned softly against him, clasping his arm to her chest: "Darling, let's have some champagne. After this boring ceremony, I'll take you to a romantic and exciting place!" He was repulsed by the scent of Miranda's perfume on his breath. The sickly sweet fragrance was nauseating at the moment. He started to crave the clean and clear scent of Falcone. Compared to her, other women were simply vulgar! As Miranda proudly showed him off to her friends, Armand suddenly took out a million-dollar watch from his wrist in front of her surprised expression. Miranda's surprise turned into delight as he handed her the watch, and her friends looked at her with envy or jealousy. She held the watch, smiling sweetly: "Thank you, darling! Oh! This is a Patek Philippe! I'm so... " Armand interrupted her coldly: "Let's break up." He lightly brushed the spot where Miranda had touched him, as if it was contaminated with something dirty, not even looking at Miranda. The smile on Miranda's face froze, turning into disbelief in an instant. She cried, trying to grab Armand's sleeve and begged bitterly: "If I did something wrong, I can change. I can change everything that displeases you!" "Please, Armand! Don't leave me!" He avoided her touch, his brows furrowing with disdain: "Are you telling me... no?" Miranda immediately shook her head, then realized she was denying him, and quickly nodded. But whether she nodded or shook her head, she was defying him. She cried, gasping for breath: "Oh God, I truly love you. What do I have to do for you to believe in my feelings for you?" "You said I was more interesting than that bitch just now. I'm very obedient! Just think of me as keeping a pet dog by your side!" "Please, don't drive me away." Miranda didn't care about the pleading whispers around her. She knelt on both knees, touching his shoes humbly. This only irritated him more, especially her subtle mocking of his "little Falcone". Armand stared at her expressionlessly, his light gray pupils as deep as whirlpools, exuding a fierce murderous aura, as if he would tear the crying woman apart in the next moment. Just one glance frightened Miranda into silence. He smirked contemptuously, finding it amusing how these people, who were intimidated by just one glance from him, dared to compare themselves to his daring little Falcone. He casually took off a ring and held it up in front of Miranda's friends, who were still watching the show, in a gentle and elegant tone: "Whoever claps the loudest can have this ring." The ring shimmered with colorful light on his fingertip, but it couldn't compare to the mocking handsome face. A blonde with blue eyes stared greedily at Armand behind the ring. She plucked up the courage to say: "Not only this ring, if I could have your girlfriend's status, I would smash her face!" After speaking, she flirtatiously tossed her long hair and twisted her body to show off to Armand. Armand raised his eyebrows with interest. Before he could speak, Miranda, who was kneeling on the ground, screamed: "Linda! We grew up together since childhood, like sisters! How could you treat me like this!" Linda circled her arm, and after getting a nod of approval from Armand, she kicked Miranda to the ground with one foot: "Who asked you to show off in front of me all the time! Bitch!" Miranda screamed in pain, quickly got up, and fought back like a madwoman. Several women with good looks and hot figures fought each other. Armand, who lacked interest, yawned and left the battlefield without concern. If he met anyone's gaze along the way, he would nod slightly, politely saying: "I'm sorry they disturbed your enjoyment." In the end, the school leadership, unable to bear it any longer, called the security guards and threw out the several women who had been fighting. Falcone wandered to a corridor. Behind it was the VIP reception room, specially prepared for major shareholders by the school, and it was always clean and vacant even if there was no one. She knew it was a quiet and independent place. Classical pendulum clocks hung in the corridor. She looked at them and realized there was still some time before the ceremony began. It would be better to wait in the reception room and calm down. Later, she would have to go on stage as a representative of outstanding graduates. Armand would definitely be standing below with his sarcastic new girlfriend. She had to remain calm and not embarrass herself in front of everyone. "Click!" She gently closed the door of the reception room, seeing the exquisite furniture and the empty room, she let out a relaxed sigh, walking to the window seat and half-lying on it. Falcone hadn't been there for long when she saw a man and a woman walking towards her side, apparently intending to enter the reception room. In an instant, she felt a bit flustered and quickly slipped into the closet to hide. Once she had hidden herself, she felt foolish. She could have just said she was a student here to tidy up the room! Hiding would only raise suspicions. How was she supposed to get out of here later when she had to attend the ceremony! "Oh!... You're so captivating." Falcone's hand, about to push open the closet door, froze at the sound of this voice... Wasn't that the iron lady voice of the headmistress! Then came a series of indescribable gasps. Falcone quietly pushed open the closet door a crack, and what she saw instantly made her blush! The man and woman from earlier had already entered the reception room. The woman, with her back to Falcone, eagerly unzipped the man's pants at the entrance, squatting in front of him. As her head moved back and forth, she made silver-like sucking and slurping sounds. The man facing her... looked somewhat familiar?! Damn it! Why was he staring directly in her direction? Had she been discovered?!