William Bolton's words were certainly sincere enough, but to Charlotte Clark's ears, they only made her feel even more stifled. What kind of attitude was that? I call you, and I still have to see if you can fit me into your schedule!

But since the words were already out, Charlotte Clark couldn't very well say, Damn it, I'm a beautiful Party Secretary calling you, that's giving you face, and yet you're making all these excuses!

Forget it, the more I argue with this guy, the more annoyed I'll get! Charlotte Clark thought to herself, picked up "Youth Digest" again, and decided to ignore William Bolton. As for calling him, she wouldn't even consider it anymore.

Seeing Charlotte Clark pick up "Youth Digest" again, William Bolton felt a slight regret that he couldn't continue chatting with the beauty, but he was also happy to have some peace and quiet, so he carefreely picked up "Reader" and started flipping through it.

Noticing that as soon as she picked up "Youth Digest", William Bolton immediately picked up "Reader" and started reading intently, Charlotte Clark felt another wave of inexplicable frustration.

So this guy was already annoyed with me, just wishing I wouldn't disturb his reading!

And so, the two of them quietly read their books all the way until the train arrived at Wuzhou City, without exchanging a single unnecessary word. And poor Secretary Clark, for the first time in her life, felt extremely frustrated because a man didn't try to flirt with her. Fortunately, when they got off the train, William Bolton finally took the initiative to help her with her luggage, which brought her a bit of comfort.

But when she got into the taxi and recalled how she had felt flattered just because William Bolton casually helped her with her luggage, she couldn't help but feel frustrated again.

When did I ever fall to this level!

Watching as Charlotte Clark sped away in a taxi, William Bolton recalled the sight of her shapely, full hips and long, straight legs wrapped in black pencil pants as she turned to leave. A faint sense of loss finally welled up in his heart, and then he casually hailed a taxi and got in as well.

"To Wuzhou University."

"Follow that car!" Just as the taxi William Bolton was in started up, not far away, Tiger Brooks's voice sounded from inside a Jinbei van.

Wuzhou University is located in the eastern suburbs of Wuzhou City, in the East District, nestled by mountains and water, covering more than 2,000 mu. It's a university with beautiful scenery. The only slight drawback is that the surrounding area isn't as bustling as the city center. But because of Wuzhou University and several other nearby colleges, quite a few shops have sprung up around, especially small restaurants and internet cafes clustered around the school, along with a few bars mainly catering to students.

"So this guy is from Wuzhou University! Kid, you're dead this time!" The Jinbei van stopped across from the university gate. Inside, Tiger Brooks and two thugs, one thin and one fat, watched the taxi drive through the gate, their faces fierce.

"Alright, Scarface, you stay here and keep an eye out for me. The three of us will go find a place to have a good meal and get a foot massage to relax. If that kid comes out, call me right away. I'll make sure he regrets it!" Now that he knew where William Bolton was staying, Tiger Brooks didn't want to stay in the van any longer. He patted the man in the driver's seat, who had a scar on his forehead, and said.

"Heh, isn't he just a college student? If he comes out, I'll just go up and beat him up. No need to make such a big deal out of it." Scarface said dismissively.

"That kid knows how to fight!" At these words, Tiger Brooks's mouth twitched a little awkwardly, then he got out of the van.

On the train, in front of so many people, being thrown aside by a bookish guy—such an embarrassing incident was something Tiger Brooks really couldn't bring himself to talk about.

In the office of the Associate Dean of the School of Environmental Science and Engineering, William Bolton met Professor Grace Sutton.

Professor Grace Sutton is thirty-five this year, a beautiful woman. With a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, bright eyes, short hair cut to the ears, she exuded an air of elegance and dignity, neat and capable, with the charming allure of a mature woman. So even though this was only the second time William Bolton had seen Professor Grace Sutton since the interview, he still felt a sudden sense of amazement.

"You'll stay temporarily in the faculty single dormitory. I've already got the key for you. Oh, and here's a meal card—just top it up and you can use it. These next couple of days, you'll probably need to tidy up and set up your room, and buy any daily necessities you need. The day after tomorrow, we'll discuss the research project in detail. Does that sound alright to you?" After greeting each other, Professor Grace Sutton took a set of keys and a faculty meal card from the drawer and handed them to William Bolton.

"No problem. But, Professor Sutton, could you give me the relevant materials for the project first? If I have time these two days, I'll take a look, so it'll be easier for us to communicate the day after tomorrow." William Bolton said as he took the keys.

Hearing this, Professor Grace Sutton looked at William Bolton, a hint of appreciation flashing in her bright, lively eyes.