Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 74

Marguerite could see Theobald was deeply distressed. She took a sip of her bubble tea. “He’s a student at Westside High. I didn’t get a chance to ask much else. Let’s go to the school and see what we can find out.” It was better to understand why he wouldn’t come home before trying to find him again.

The black Bentley moved smoothly through the streets, merging with traffic as it headed toward Westside High. Neither Marguerite nor Theobald had ever been there and were unfamiliar with the area. The car drove right through the school gate without being stopped. The campus was located in a more remote, suburban part of the city, unlike Pinecrest’s central location.

The school grounds were sizable, but the buildings were old and rundown, and trash littered the ground. It was clear the overall standards were low. The campus was nearly deserted.

After parking, Marguerite got out and approached a young man with green hair. “Excuse me, can you tell me where the teachers’ offices are?”

The young man swept his green bangs aside, his eyes lighting up when he saw how beautiful she was. “Hey beautiful. It’s Sunday. There are no teachers here.”

Marguerite wrinkled her nose. “You don’t have evening study hall on Sundays?” At Pinecrest, they had to.

The young man laughed as if she’d told a great joke. “Barely anyone shows up for study hall on weekdays, let alone a Sunday!”

Marguerite blinked. “Oh, okay. Do you know a student here named Aaron?”

Green-hair nodded. “Everyone knows the boss of our school.”

The sun was bright, making it hard to keep her eyes open. Marguerite’s smile grew even more dazzling. “Hey handsome, want to go chat over there in the shade?”

The compliment turned Green-hair to putty in her hands. “Sure!”

Seeing how obediently Theobald left, Green-hair assumed he was Marguerite’s bodyguard.

With Theobald gone, Green-hair, a heavy smoker, lit his cigarette. Smoke wafted between them, the smell a bit harsh.

Marguerite frowned slightly but didn't say anything. “So, handsome, what class is Aaron in?”

“He’s in Class Six. Why are you asking about him?” Green-hair asked curiously.

Marguerite made up an excuse. “He won the basketball game against Pinecrest today. I found him… interesting. By the way, I heard he once knocked out two of the principal’s teeth. What was that all about?”