William Was Teased

William didn't mind. On the contrary, he began to appreciate Valentina. He politely said, "I'm the one who was being presumptuous." "You were not just being presumptuous. You were pushing the limits of audacity," Valentina silently criticized in her mind. Then she stood up and said, "I won't be eating here. Let's have a meal together when we get an another chance in the future." "But the food is almost ready." Geoffrey also got up and anxiously asked, "Are you in a rush to return to Mapleville?" "Hmm," Valentina didn't give an explanation. The sole reason she had accepted Geoffrey's cordial invitation was because of his identity. When she heard the young assistant call him Mr. Jefferson at the mall entrance, she guessed who he was. It didn't really matter to her, but Augus wanted to go to Biddeford University in the future. Therefore, she decided to pave the road for Augus by accepting the invitation and meeting the Principal of Biddeford University. This trip was worth it. But as for this meal... she looked nonchalantly at William. "Well, since you're in a rush, I won't impose on you anymore, but could you leave me your contact information?" "No need, I will definitely enroll in Biddeford University. See you on September 1st." After Valentina finished, she refused Geoffrey’s offer to see her off, picked up her stuff, and left. Geoffrey profoundly admired Valentina's humility and the innate confidence and composure that she exuded. Although Geoffrey was refused the chance to see her off, he had his assistant escort her out. William watched Valentina leave from a distance and lowered his gaze, finding the prescription on the table. He reached out and picked it up. The handwriting on the paper was as swift as a dragon. This handwriting seemed a little familiar. William asked, "This is..." Geoffrey looked over. "It's the prescription that the young girl wrote for me." William held the prescription and looked at it for a moment. Then he put it down and stood up. Seeing him standing up and tidying his clothes, Geoffrey asked, "What, you are leaving too? Not staying to have a meal with me?" "Another day. I will go send someone off for you." William finished speaking and then headed out. "Send someone? Who?" Geoffrey was confused. At this time, the assistant came over with a cell phone: "Mr. Jefferson, there's a call from the school." Geoffrey took the cell phone and put it to his ear. He heard the excited voice on the other end of the phone. "Geoffrey, you should come quickly. The genius from the forum who solved the math problem has appeared and she is currently at our school." When Valentina left, she saw a black Maybach parked at the door. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped, then turned around and went back to check the car's license plate. It was familiar. Was the person in the car that day William? Or was it Lewis? Or were they both there? At that time, Valentina clearly felt the person in the car watching her, confirming her suspicion that the car's presence near her house that day was intentional. Before Valentina could walk far away carrying her things, a black Maybach pulled up next to her. Leonard got out of the driver's seat, opened the rear car door, and said to Valentina, "Miss Ricardo, Mr. Felton would like to offer you a ride on behalf of Geoffrey. Please get in the car." Valentina glanced at Leonard, then looked inside the car - within her line of sight, she could only see the slender trouser legs of William, as well as the shining black leather shoes underneath. After some thought, Valentina handed the large bag of medicine in her hand to Leonard. Caught by surprise, Leonard hurriedly held it. Seeing Valentina getting directly into the car, he thought to himself, "She's really not the bashful type, is she?" After helping her close the car door, Leonard placed the large bag on the passenger seat. "Be careful with it. The stuff isn't cheap," Valentina reminded him. If she weren't short on cash, Valentina would not stoop to take the herbs for free from Franklin. The ginsengs were worth three million each. She would compensate him once she had money in the future. "Alright." Leonard obliged verbally, but he was inwardly wondering how expensive it could be. After getting into the driver's seat of the car, he asked, "Miss Ricardo, where should I take you?" "To the Heroic Hotel," replied Valentina. The Heroic Hotel? It was really generous of her. Staying there for a night would cost at least a hundred thousand dollars. She must have nearly spent all the million that Lewis had given her. Leonard chattered in his head and asked, "Are you going back for your luggage?" Valentina had just told Geoffrey that she was in a hurry to return to Mapleville. Leonard thought she would mention something like an airport or a railway station. "Mm," Valentina responded lazily, not in the mood to explain further. After all, she wasn't expecting Leonard to be so idle as to drive her to the hotel, wait for her to collect her luggage, and then kindly offer her a lift to the airport. However, William saw through Valentina's casualness. Leonard started the engine, and the black Maybach slowly disappeared into the flow of traffic. "Miss Ricardo, you came all the way to Biddeford to buy so much medicine. Is anyone sick at home?" William took the initiative to start the conversation. "Well, kind of. Those medicines are for my brother's foot bath." Foot bath? Leonard's facial features involuntarily twitched a little, unable to resist turning his head to look at the bagful of herbs next to him. Using expensive medicine for a foot bath? And what did "kind of" mean? Was someone sick or not? Was it a game? "Mr. Jefferson's disease is an old problem, a hereditary headache. Franklin used to give him acupuncture, but it just relieved the symptoms without curing the disease. Judging from what he just said, Miss Ricardo, you must have some research on acupuncture and know quite a bit about medical skills. With achievements like yours at such a young age, it's truly rare. I wonder if you learned it on your own, or..." "Self-taught, I just dabble." "Did she dare to administer needles to someone after only dabbling in it, and she even cured him? Either she is a genius being modest or she's blatantly lying," thought Leonard. William naturally saw that Valentina didn't want to talk to him much. Although he was always a gentleman, today he chose to be a little disrespectful. So he continued asking, "Miss Ricardo, you should be a high school senior, right? Are you studying arts or sciences? Are you interested in computers?" Unexpectedly, Valentina turned the questions on him, "Mr. Felton, are you very interested in me?" Valentina, with her elbow resting on the car window and her hand on her temple, looked at William with a semi-smiling expression, her entire presence exuding an indescribable sense of laziness and freedom. Her tone deliberately carried a few points of frivolity. Leonard was so taken aback that he almost choked on his saliva. Did a girl make fun of Mr. Felton just now? No, by her tone, it should be said that he was being flirted with! William broke into silent laughter. He had heard repeatedly from Lewis about how unique this girl was. He had suspected that Lewis was viewing Valentina through rose-colored glasses. Now, it seemed that he was less astute. This girl was indeed special. "Though it may be somewhat brusque, if I say yes, would you answer me?" William looked at her. It was undeniable that William was exactly as rumored - well-cultured, a gentleman with manners. However, the outside world also described him as ruthless, brutally fierce, and vicious in his methods. Even the Felton Family's businesses were half-legitimate and half-illicit, especially overseas. Valentina smiled slightly and said, "No." And then, "But I want to hear your question." "Hmm?" William drew out his last word, a magnetic, sensually low voice that was inexplicably enticing. "I'm curious how many doubts you have about me," said Valentina. How could she not perceive William's indirect probing? What was William questioning about her? That she had just saved Lewis or that she was the one who had battled him that night? Even if he recognized her, she was just a hacker. Was all this roundabout concern necessary from the honorable Chairman of the Felton Group? Or did the Felton Group really lack technical personnel? William didn't expect that Valentina would ask directly. By now, it was already dark. The car had no light on, making the interior dim. The two looked at each other, their gazes intermingling in the darkness. The atmosphere suddenly became sharp and taut. Just then, a red light caused the car to stop. Immediately, the car was filled with lights - Leonard had turned on the light inside the car. Their features suddenly stood out vividly, leaving nothing hidden. Leonard, seated in front, sensed something was off. But before he could turn around to see what was happening, a Lamborghini sports car stopped abruptly next to their vehicle like a sharp arrow, its screeching brakes particularly jarring. Heavy metal music blared from the sports car. Leonard frowned and glanced sideways at the car, his gaze meeting with the driver’s briefly. He barely caught a good look before he averted his eyes. Suddenly, the music stopped, followed by a few excited shouts from the sports car. "Hey, hey, hey!" Leonard looked again to find the driver of the sports car waving enthusiastically. No, he was waving at Valentina. Was this her friend? Leonard looked back at Valentina. "Hey, it's me! It's me!" Seeing Valentina ignore him, the driver almost leaned out of his car, anxious. Only now did Leonard realize. Wasn't it Gabriel, the beloved grandson of the Wright family? Did Valentina know Mr. Wright? Likewise recognizing Gabriel, William couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He was a little surprised that Valentina knew someone from the Wright family. "Your friend?" William queried. The car window on Valentina's side was open. She glanced at the excited Gabriel, who looked like he was ready to jump out of his car. "It's me! It's me. Do you remember? It's me!" Gabriel couldn’t believe that he had run into Valentina in Biddeford. It hadn't been that long since they last met, but she had lost much weight, and she had become noticeably prettier. He barely recognized her when he first saw her. "I don't know him." Valentina silently withdrew her hand from the window, then promptly wound up the window again.