Chapter 4 Truly Terrifying

Sunny placed her bottle of mineral water on the table and spread her hands, helplessly saying, "Sorry, I'm not a police officer, so I can't confirm that."

Her joking response was unexpected, causing everyone present to laugh.

They had all heard of Sunny-class representative speaker, gold medalist in a math competition... they had expected her to be an aloof goddess, but her personality turned out to be so easygoing.

Ten minutes before the volunteer session ended, Grace returned, full of energy, and rushed in to give Sunny a big hug.

"Sunny, I owe this to you. Otherwise, I'd have to change my name to Pathetic Grace!" Grace said.

Sunny smirked and teased, "So, no need for me to help clean up the review session later, right?"

Grace couldn't help but laugh, "No, no, whenever you're free, I'll be waiting with hotpot."

The sky was overcast, dark as iron, and the rain fell relentlessly, weaving a dense net that covered the campus.

After saying goodbye to Grace, Sunny walked to the front of the grand auditorium. Her phone vibrated, and a new message came through. She opened it to check.

It was a message from the Mathematics and Science Faculty group. The counselor had posted two notifications.

A biting wind swept through, carrying the rain sideways. Sunny's clothes quickly became damp as she took a step back.

In doing so, she accidentally bumped into the person behind her.

Her heel collided with the person's shoe, but the other seemed completely unaware, standing still.

Due to inertia, she fell backward into a warm, solid chest.

The fine drizzle blew into her face, cool and refreshing.

Her fringe fluttered in the wind, and as she looked down, she saw a long, beautiful hand with a slender, strong wrist.

A lazy voice came from above her head, "In broad daylight, faking an accident?"

The man was tall, and his breath mixed with the rain, alternating between hot and cold.

Sunny looked up and met Richard's pitch-black eyes.

In the distance, the autumn rain fell gently, while the man close by exuded a cool, indifferent aura.

Caught off guard by the sudden encounter, the unexpected eye contact, and the close proximity, Sunny's heart skipped a beat, as if hit by a defibrillator.

Richard had his hands in his pockets, his dark lashes drooping slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, giving him a nonchalant, indifferent air.

Sunny took a step back, about to speak, but Richard spoke first, "Aren't you going to apologize for bumping into me?"

Sunny sincerely apologized, "Sorry."

"I think you're quite bold," Richard said, glancing at her with a half-smile. His tone was relaxed, "Always bumping into people, it's kind of scary."

Sunny, "..."

He appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost-who's really scared here?

A group of people emerged from the entrance of the auditorium, walking toward them. They were all dressed in dark gray suits, tall and imposing. The person at the front was the young man who had driven that night.

"Mr. Stuart," Henry greeted respectfully.

Someone holding an umbrella walked alongside Richard, and Sunny watched as they stepped into the rain, striding with long legs toward their car.

"Miss Garcia," Henry looked at Sunny and gestured that they would head out first.

Sunny nodded politely, "Goodbye."

Raindrops fell, forming a thin curtain in the air.

Sunny watched the black Lincoln car drive away, followed by another, and another...

Henry sat in the front passenger seat, his gaze in the rearview mirror as he saw his boss leaning back in the leather seat, loosening his tie.

His gaze shifted to the window, where raindrops covered the glass, blurring the dim, gloomy sky outside.

In the vast campus, the only thing clear was Sunny, holding an umbrella as she walked, her shoulders straight, her posture graceful, like a beautiful traditional Chinese painting.

Henry was a little distracted.

If he wasn't mistaken, his boss had intentionally allowed himself to be bumped into, right?

The rain was torrential, and the reddish-brown leaves clung to the ground. Boya Tower and Weiming Lake, one tower and one lake, stood in harmony, evoking the atmosphere of misty Jiangnan rain. The raindrops tapped on the umbrella, making a crisp sound. Sunny turned the handle of the umbrella half a turn and walked toward the dormitory building.

There were no classes for seniors, and she had already quit the orchestra and various other positions, so she had some free time.

Her slender fingers slid across her phone screen, checking the faculty group, the class group, and the dorm group, but there was nothing of importance.

The Stuart family, a top-tier financial empire, wielded immense power. The eldest son was disciplined and meticulous, never giving the media any dirt to dig up, so the focus shifted to the second son.

Sunny's father had once worked as a driver for the Stuart family. When he was alive, Sunny often overheard her father talk about how the second son was always carefree, often getting into trouble and making Mr. Old Stuart angry.

One time, he even got into a fight with the only grandson of the Hall family, nearly killing the guy... he was quite arrogant.

His bad deeds were endless.

He was not an easy person to deal with.

The white ash tree was the first to turn yellow in the fall at Harvard. As Sunny walked along the northern shore, she inadvertently looked up and saw that the white ash tree opposite the red building had already turned golden.

She changed direction and turned toward the east gate.

The second son of the Stuart family, after years of staying out of the public eye, had resurfaced, attracting widespread media attention.

Even the young members of the orchestra were discussing it as they packed up after training.

"These media people are useless. They can't even take a clear, frontal picture! It's so frustrating!"

"Why are you so upset? The pictures are blurry, but you can still tell the second son has an amazing figure and strong bone structure."

"Doesn't Eva know the second son? Do you have any photos?"

Eva glanced at Sunny, her gentle smile in place, and replied, "No, the second son doesn't like to take photos."

"Are you in a hurry to get home to attend a party tonight?"

"Yes," Eva replied, "I need to go home to prepare for a welcoming dinner for the second son."

Eva's tone sounded slightly bashful, and it seemed like she was familiar with Richard, possibly even having a close relationship.

"Wow! Look at Eva. Not only does she live next to the Stuart family, but she and the second son have been childhood friends. She's so enviable. Life's turning point really is at birth, unlike some people..."

Eva glanced at the "some people."

Sunny didn't look up, focusing entirely on adjusting the strings of her cello, as if she were an outsider.

She didn't mind that she wasn't invited to the birthday party last time.

After a moment of thought, Eva asked Sunny, "Sunny, are you and David going too?"

As soon as the question was asked, people immediately mocked her.

They all knew that Sunny's benefactor was David from the Brown family, a young man known for his wild lifestyle and notorious reputation.

Sunny avoided Eva's question, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said, "The Stuart family has lived in the military compound for decades and still hasn't moved out. It's far from here. I suggest you leave now."

Her tone was very polite, but the words...

Eva's heart trembled, and a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Heh, it sounds like you're very familiar with the Stuart family," someone sneered.

Although the Brown family and the Stuart family had a long history, the gap between them was undeniable.

However, no one dared to slander the Brown family. Even though the Brown family wasn't as powerful as the Stuart family, it was still one of the top aristocratic families.

Building the Empire Orchestra in such a short time and inviting master-level musicians to teach wasn't something an ordinary rich person could do.

Eva quickly adjusted her mood and cheerfully said to Sunny, "If you want to go, I can take you there."

"Thanks, but no need," Sunny replied. "I need to go home and walk my cat."

Watching Sunny leave confidently, the crowd was left confused.

"Walk a cat? When did she get a cat?"

"Yeah, isn't she allergic to cat fur?"