(Looks like the change of direction failed completely... I'll try to cut back on the urban stuff, but there's nothing I can do about the chapters I've already written...) "Of course that's... ah, no. I just wanted to teach that brat a lesson." Quintina changed her tune at once. Then, as though she had discovered a new continent, she cried, "That's it! His eyes kept wandering over you. Don't tell me he's interested in you?"
"How could he be? You're imagining things!" Arabella said lightly, looking perfectly unconcerned. Yet another shiver ran through her.
"Oh, right. They said they were going to see the Archaeology Institute's exhibition tonight. Let's go too! I'm getting more and more interested in Tang..."
"And you still want to go after him and make a fool of him?" Arabella asked.
"Those are two different things... Though maybe once he makes a fool of himself, I won't be interested in him anymore," Quintina said honestly.
Arabella nodded. All at once, she wanted to see Tang Changsheng make a fool of himself too.
Perhaps only seeing him humiliate himself with her own eyes would make this feeling in her body go away.
For people like them, perched at the very top of the food chain, strength—especially personal strength—was not particularly important.
They admired it because they considered it a quality of winners, or predators.
But they did not truly take strength to heart.
The same went for intelligence. It, too, was a quality they prized, like personal strength, and perhaps even more important.
Yet both Arabella and Quintina understood that, important as strength and intelligence were, neither could truly rule the world.
The only thing that ever ruled the world was capital—or, to put it another way, resources!
The world was full of dazzling geniuses. New ones