Sierra hadn’t expected that he hadn’t arrived yet, but it didn’t matter. She messaged back, “When you arrive, come to the booth
on the first floor to see me. I have something to tell you.”
“Very well.”
With a satisfied smile, Sierra stowed her phone and made her way to the first floor.
She had always been aware of Brady’s affection for her, even though he was a carefree playboy whose interests revolved
around leisure and pleasure.
While she didn’t particularly admire his dissolute lifestyle, she could still consider him a backup.
Ten minutes later, Brady, sporting a leather jacket and tight pants, arrived at the Francio Club. Spotting Sierra in the booth, he
settled down across from her and asked, “Sierra, what’s the matter?”
Sierra brought up a trivial topic and voiced her concerns, which seemed to make Brady quite content. He smiled warmly in
response.
Casually, Sierra inquired, “By the way, where were you when I sent you the message? You got here so quickly.”
“I was on my way here. Even without your messages, I’ll show up anyway,” Brady replied.
Teasingly, Sierra asked, “Oh, do you have a date with a beauty then.
“No, Blayze invited us. You can ask him if you don’t believe me.”
“I won’t ask him,” Sierra replied, “He’s been really busy lately. Why did he suddenly invite you out?”
Brady explained with a smile, “He mentioned he wanted to introduce a student to us and requested that we look after her in the
future.”
Their extensive network of connections throughout Violetholt meant their support could potentially lead to a steady influx of
orders and opportunities.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Sierra couldn’t hide her surprise, thinking that Blayze must have had ulterior motives behind this decision.
“Are you surprised? It struck me as odd when I first heard it. It’s not like him.”
Blayze, as a photographer, had a vast network of resources, and if he saw potential in this student, he could have directly
provided her with opportunities. He didn’t usually introduce people to their circle since photography was Blayze’s personal hobby,
and his friends were not deeply involved in photography.
“You’re right. Do you happen to know the name of that student?”
Brady considered it for a moment and replied, “I forgot the name, but she won this year’s top prize in photography.”
“Sabrina?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
Seeing the surprise on Sierra’s face, Brady asked, puzzled, “What’s the matter?”
“Didn’t you know Sabrina?” Sierra raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t think so. Should I have known her?”