"Who are you calling?"
Cate put down her tablet and leaned all the way over from her side of the seat.
On the other end, Annie was still urging him, "Hello? Send me your location. I'm already in the car."
Annie January's urging, tinged with a little excitement through the earpiece, sounded especially distant at that moment.
Right in front of him were Cate's face as she leaned closer and her eyes filled with pure curiosity.
Salmon fat left her lips glistening, and her cheeks bulged slightly, like a hamster hoarding food.
"Hang on." He muted the phone after saying that and turned to Cate.
"Who is it?" Cate tilted her head, her chopsticks frozen in midair with a slice of Arctic surf clam between them.
Lucian glanced at her. A real man had nothing to hide!
"Annie."
"...Which Annie?"
"The one in the Seven. Annie January."
The Arctic surf clam dropped back onto the plate with a crisp clack.
Starlight. Of course she knew that name. Rather, there wasn't anyone at Godolkin who didn't.
She was the goal every female student worked toward, America's Sweetheart, personally crafted by Vought International, a perfect female superhero idol.
Cate's chopsticks knocked against the tabletop. She raised her head unnaturally fast, stared at Lucian's face for two full seconds, then slowly asked, "How do you know someone in the Seven?"
"Through some... channels at Vought," Lucian answered vaguely.
That answer clearly didn't satisfy Cate. She leaned forward, almost pressing against Lucian, and a hint of danger began mingling with her pleasant perfume. She stared fixedly at him.
"What does she want to meet you for?"
"Probably to... celebrate me taking the top spot?" Lucian was telling the truth, but at that moment, the truth sounded full of double meanings.
Cate fell silent.
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