The Female Leads Truly Loves You

Chapter 352 352: Enjoy everything you're supposed to enjoy

"Senior, what were you saying just now?"

Sam seemed not to have heard clearly, as Isabella's voice was very soft and was drowned out by the howling wind.

It wasn't clear.

Isabella smiled suddenly.

"Nothing much, by the way... how did they react?"

Sam thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"There wasn't any particular reaction."

Isabella chuckled, "Indeed, they wouldn't think their superpowers are inferior to others. They are girls who don't like to bow down, after all. That's youth for you."

Isabella expressed such a sentiment, but Sam quickly asked, "Is that so? Then what exactly is youth?"

Sam asked this perennial question of adolescence, which might be understood with age, but some people might never recall what their youth was really like—its color, its form.

Isabella tilted her head slightly, smiling at Sam.

"I don't know, maybe you'll have to find the answer yourself. But... I think your youth is definitely more exciting than most people's."

"You always like to speak in such vague terms."

Sam sighed.

Why can't people be more straightforward with each other? Like him, speaking openly about everything.

Isabella walked over with a smile.

"Alright, enjoy everything you're supposed to enjoy. The sunlight today is quite nice."

The midday sunlight was bright.

It was indeed the warmest moment of the day, and even the cold breeze felt much gentler.

Isabella passed by without leaving more traces.

The lingering scent seemed like the final signal.

Sam watched her figure as she walked away, staying at the window sill until it was almost time for class.

Today was another day without club activities, perhaps just as Isabella had said, she hoped people would digest her situation a bit more.

Sam felt it wasn't necessary, though. Even though he had been quite busy these days, both Angel and Sophie were girls with strong mental fortitude, capable of resolving many issues on their own, not the type to be helpless when faced with problems.

After school, Sam quickly left the school. Angel knew he needed to spend time with Ava these days, so she didn't demand his constant company.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sam, wait up!"

Just as Sam had left the academic building and was heading towards the school gate, a voice suddenly called out from behind him.

Sam found the voice somewhat familiar. Turning around, he saw... indeed, a very familiar person.

It was Asher.

"Phew... finally caught up with you."

Asher stood in front of Sam, taking a deep breath.

Sam looked at him suspiciously.

"From what you're saying... were you planning to ambush me at the school gate?"

"Eh? Of course not, I wouldn't dare!"

Asher quickly conceded, especially realizing he was no match for this young man.

"So what's up?"

Sam and Asher, along with a few others, didn't have much of a deep relationship; their acquaintance was limited to being able to call out each other's names.

Asher stepped closer and whispered into Sam's ear as if sharing a secret.

"Sam... be careful these days, I heard the Fifth Street Saints are looking for someone."

Hearing the name Fifth Street Saints, Sam immediately remembered something—the three drunkards from the other night were from the Fifth Street Saints, shouting wildly. He had thought they might just be using a well-known name, but now it seemed there might be more to it.

Interesting.

Sam kept his expression neutral as he looked at Asher.

"What about Fifth Street Saints? What does their

"Then, you can tell them that I'm willing to meet and talk. Making a big deal out of it at school isn't good, right? I'm just a student, easy to handle."

Sam said this with a smile.

But Asher had never seen a more sinister smile.

This was clearly a calculation.

But what could he be calculating? Sam was just a boy from Cedarwood, how much could he really do? That was a whole gang!

What exactly was he planning?

Could it be relying on Angel's power?

That might be possible...

"You... really want to do this?"

Sam nodded, letting go.

"Just consider it a favor for me."

"...I understand." After saying this, Asher stared at Sam with a determined look, "But I won't take that reward."

This statement didn't move Sam much; he even frowned slightly.

"Asher..."

"Don't thank me."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not thanking you."

"Hmm?"

"I want you to not speak well of me, be careful yourself, try not to have direct contact with them, just pass on my message, and act as a messenger, that's what I mean."

"Oh..."

Watching Sam walk away.

Asher scratched his head.

Why did it feel like everything went differently than he thought in front of this young man?

No... why did he feel like a little brother obeying orders in front of a boss just now?

Sam had thought it through clearly, rather than having those people make a big move to find him, it was better to use the simplest and most effective way, also to protect Isabella.

Focus the enemy's attention on himself.

Ah. Where else could you find such a quality womanizer like himself?

Sam quickly returned to the apartment entrance.

Arriving at the entrance of the apartment complex, he saw a luxury sedan parked at the front.

Sam had seen many luxury cars with Angel, so he didn't think the owner of this kind of car was some unattainable being, probably just a change after broadening his horizons.

But that wasn't a reason for pride.

Sam just glanced at the car and prepared to leave.

However, he didn't expect the man looking around the car to come straight over.

"Hey, hey, hey, young man."

He stopped him.

The man was probably in his thirties, maybe close to forty, dressed very gentlemanly in a suit and leather shoes, and wearing glasses that made him look refined.

But the way he looked at Sam was not very pleasant.

It was the arrogant look of someone superior looking down on someone of lower status. He was smiling, but his head was tilted up, trying to look down on him, which was quite obvious, only his height didn't allow it.

"Is there something?"

Sam's tone was cold.

The man was taken aback. In his daily life, neighbors, friends, subordinates would respectfully call him Manager Richard.

A kid of this age seeing him should also appear restrained, especially living in such a place, having seen what successful people look like?

Being treated so coldly, he was somewhat offended.

But he still maintained a polite smile and asked.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you know someone who lives here."

"Debt collector? Sorry, our teacher told us not to do things that invade privacy."

With that, Sam walked inside with his backpack.

Debt collector? Where do I look like a debt collector?! Have you seen a debt collector dressed this neatly?

This little punk, does he even know what a manager is, what a successful person is, what a high-quality male is?!

"Wait, stop... I said stop!"

When had Richard ever been treated like this? Used to being complimented, he took two steps forward and actually grabbed Sam's shoulder, trying to pull him back.

Sam frowned, he just slightly moved his shoulder, and Richard almost lost his balance and fell.

Stumbling a few steps, quite embarrassed.

Just as Richard was about to lose his temper, Sam turned around, looking at him calmly and coldly.

"What exactly do you want?"

Richard was taken aback, caught off guard, and subconsciously answered.

"I... am looking for Zoe, do you know her? She should live here..."

Sam smiled.

Just when Richard thought he finally had some clue.

The very handsome young man simply said with a smile.

"I don't know her. Goodbye."