Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 291

Easton was doing his best to pay attention, but since he’d missed the first half of the class, the grammar explanations were flying over his head.

Winnie shot him a glance, then nudged her textbook toward him. “Here—these are the important points. Copy them down.”

Easton flashed her a grin, his smile so bright and boyish that even his crooked canine teeth seemed to radiate sunshine.

Winnie was caught off guard for a moment.

She tended to be attracted to all sorts of men: mature, composed, you name it. The only type that never appealed to her was someone like Easton.

Because she was only interested in men who had already made something of themselves.

And Easton? He was still just a shoot waiting to break through the ground.

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By the end of the day, Alicia was in a foul mood. Nicole, as usual, had spent the entire class nattering behind her, refusing to focus and constantly distracting Alicia.

And on top of that, she’d been assigned to sit next to Easton—a walking time bomb.

Unable to take it anymore, Alicia sent Tyrone a message: “Easton’s sitting right next to me now. Grandfather put him in the international program—clearly wants to polish him up a bit before sending him back to the Lynch Group to fight you for the family inheritance.”

She even added an angry emoji for emphasis.

Tyrone replied almost instantly. “Focus on your studies. Don’t let them distract you.”

Alicia: Whatever.

After school, Nicole was picked up early by her family’s driver, and Easton pedaled off on a battered old mountain bike—no one knew where he had even found such a relic. Before leaving, he waved at Alicia, calling out, “See you, sis-in-law!”

“Why does he call you that?” Winnie couldn’t help asking, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“He’s Marcus’s son from outside the family. Maddox wants to bring him back so he can inherit the Lynch Group.” Alicia said this with no particular caution.

Clayton’s greeting dripped with sarcasm. “Mr. Lynch, just dropping by unannounced, I see.”

Tyrone’s smile was icy. “Inviting my wife out behind my back? Not exactly what I’d call classy.”

Winnie, chewing away at her food, looked up at the two men, then glanced at Alicia. “Is it just me, or does it look like they’re about to start a fight?”

Alicia tugged worriedly at Tyrone’s arm, whispering, “Clayton just wanted to apologize. The other day, he was only passing on a message from Reginald.”

“He’s not someone you should trust,” Tyrone said, not bothering to lower his voice even though Clayton was right there. “Don’t meet him alone again.”

Clayton gave a wry smile, refusing to back down. “Miss Shelton, you probably don’t know this, but when Tyrone was eighteen, he had a thing for a teenage girl. He not only led her on, but also dumped her and vanished overseas for years.”

Clayton wasn’t making anything up, and Tyrone couldn’t even deny it. But there was no way to explain it, either.

Tyrone clenched his fists in anger. In the end, before old friends become enemies, you’d better make sure you get rid of each other’s secrets—otherwise, you’re both holding too much ammunition.