Chapter 895

Abigail asked, her smile innocent, "James, are you saying that I'm good-looking?" James replied, "I'm saying you've got the looks but no substance." Abigail argued back, "Having the looks means I'm good-looking." James wore his sunglasses, opened the sunroof, and slowed the car down. He glanced at the woman sitting beside him and asked, "How did someone with your level of understanding even get into Zenith University?" Abigail pouted. "I got in because of my brains." James continued, "Why didn't you fight back when you were bullied?" "I did, but I lost the fight," Abigail admitted. He glanced at the rather dull woman. "Get home and learn from Grace. While you're at it, pick up some of Hazel's kindness, too." "I don't get it," she said, confused. James explained in simpler terms, "Grace never loses a fight. As for Hazel, no one can win an argument with her." Abigail started to admire them a little. Someone like her, who was clumsy with words and unable to fight, was naturally