The Bookworm's Rise to Goddesshood

Unlike Jennifer, who seemed startled, Kenny's overly calm reaction made him seem like the thick-skinned one.

Or maybe not. Maybe he was just too slow on the uptake—that was what Rinne thought as she dragged Jennifer into the car.

Meanwhile, Kenny had been chattering nonstop ever since getting into the Bugatti.

Vincent did not pay much attention to what he was saying and simply kept stomping on the accelerator.

What should have been a fifteen-minute drive to the hotel was forcibly shortened to seven minutes.

Kenny had not even realized that they had entered the underground parking garage and was still proudly showing off the certificates he had earned after graduation.

It was not until Vincent got out of the car and was nearly at the elevator that he realized he had been talking to thin air.

"Hey—Wayne! Wait for me!"

Vincent stepped into the elevator, repeatedly pressed the close button, and waved at him outside with a smile.

Kenny angrily kicked the tightly shut elevator doors.

"Damn it!"

He did not know which floor Rinne had booked the room on, so he could only wait for them with a grief-stricken expression.

Ten minutes later,

The wine-red GT-R slowly drove into the underground parking garage.

Kenny, who had been leaning against the elevator doors, finally saw a glimmer of hope. He immediately went up to complain about Vincent's coldheartedness.

Rinne ignored him and pulled Jennifer straight toward the elevator.

This time, Kenny had learned his lesson and stuck close behind the two of them, though his mouth was still constantly grumbling.

"Jennifer, Wayne always treats friends he hasn't seen in ages like this. If he doesn't properly face up to his own problems, no girl will ever be able to stand his rotten temper."

Jennifer looked at him in confusion.