The Villain's Redemption Chapter 325 - Meeting Miss Bane

Chapter 325 - Meeting Miss Bane

"Why C University?" Grant asked as the car slowly made its way into C University.

"Why not, C University?" she asked in return.

"If you wanted talents, A University is the best one there is."

"Wrong."

"You think so?"

It was understandable that he would doubt her. After all, A University was considered the top school of this county. Compared to A University, C University is known for students who aren't that smart but aren't that dumb either. These are students who worked part time to pay for their school and lacked the time to study or partic.i.p.ate in any activities.

Because of these, most students who came from C University would become blue collared workers. Not that Grant was looking down on them. To him blue collared workers were very essential factor in our society. However, these people aren't comparable to the graduates of A University.

He stared at his sister as he continued to wonder why she chose C University. "Why?" he asked.

"A University are full of ambitious students, yes." Sienna looked out of the window as a jeep pa.s.sed by their black tinted car. She smiled and continued. "But I heard someone is doing really good at C University. She created a software for the school. She graduated just a year after college and is now doing her masters while working at the same time. She was only twenty."

"Twenty?" Surprised flashed in Grant's face. "But I have never heard about this person before."

Sienna didn't say anything. She already a.s.sumed that Grant had been looking for talented people to work for his company. Despite his efforts, Grant would never know about the female lead. After all, Scarlette was almost always with him.

She must have done something to try and hide the news.

That woman was smart. With her knowledge about the future, she could easily hide the female lead's accomplishments away from the eyes of the male lead.

After a few minutes, the two finally arrived at the university. Since Sienna needed to talk to the organizers and head chairman of the school, Grant was ushered to the hall where the students of the university were.

"Hey! Don't you— Ahhhh… I just fixed that!"

Grant stopped walking when she heard the anger in the woman's voice. He turned towards the source of the voice. Face devoid of any expressions, he asked. "I'm sorry… were you trying to— "

"So you aren't only stupid. You are also deaf. I see… "The woman didn't spare him any glance as he crouched and examined the wire that he was stepping on. "What are you waiting for? Move!"

"I— "

"Man… they only gave us a week to prepare for this event. With the kind of equipment that this school have, I am wondering why they still dare to accept such requests from those rich people." The woman grumbled and unceremoniously grabbed the wire, ignoring the fact that his legs was just a few inches away from her face.

"Are you trying to fix the wire?" Grant asked, squinting at the woman's small frame. "You should call the proper— "

The woman lifted her gaze, her light brown eyes meeting his. He didn't miss the irritation in those gaze. "Are you really going to stand there a few inches away from my face?"

Realization hit him. He immediately took a step back. "Oh? Oh… Sorry."

"You should be. I already fixed this earlier but you just walked like you own the place. Why are you in the backstage anyway? Are you lost?" She lowered her head and started rummaging through her toolbox— something that he didn't notice earlier.

Ignoring her question, he asked. "Aren't you too young to… fix wires?" The woman looked like she was still a teenager. She had black long hair that was neatly tucked in a braid behind her. Her face was white and small. She was wearing a pink jumpsuit with a little 'call me' embossed on the front. With her doe like eyes and small straight nose, she looked like a pretty little high school girl.

"I always fix the wires." The woman said as she expertly used the electric tapes to wrap the wires neatly. "You didn't answer my question. Why are you in the backstage? You don't look like you are a student here."

"How'd you know I'm not a student here?"

"Watch."

"Huh?"

"Wrist.w.a.tch," she glared at him. "No one would wear that kind of watch in this place. Your clothes are pretty expensive. In fact, what you are wearing looked simple. But you are actually wearing clothes enough to pay half of the tuition in this school."

"…" He c.o.c.ked his eyebrow, amus.e.m.e.nt flashed in his eyes. "You are really observant. Are you working with wires full time?"

"Huh?"

"I mean… are you working in this school for some miscellaneous tasks."

Again, the woman glared at him before she stood. The height difference was further emphasized now that she was standing near him. "Who are you?"

"I am Grant. You?"

"You are not here to ruin the event, right?" The accusation was thick in her voice.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Hmph. I always tell them that someone is ruining those wires on purpose so no company would hire students from this school. They never believed me as they couldn't find any evidence. It turned out that the culprit is someone like you. No wonder they didn't notice anything amiss."

"You— Just what are you talking about?" Ruining wires? Preventing companies from hiring students in this school? Evidence? He frowned and continued observing her expression. Her beautiful brows were furrowed. Her eyes looked darker now that she was angry.

"Let's go to the headmaster's office." She said before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the backstage. "You think just because you look expensive and you are good looking, I won't call the police on you? Think again, young man!"

Grant could easily stop the woman from dragging him but for some reason, a part of him didn't want to do it. He knew that it would embarra.s.s her and he knew it was weird but he wanted to see her reaction once she realized that she made a mistake.

So he didn't do anything and just let her pull him towards the office where his sister was talking to the head of the school.