Shane beamed proudly. “Yeah. She’s pretty, huh<b>?</b><b>”</b>Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “Not bad at all, you punk. She’s a total babe!” Daniel said. He smiled as he handed the alburg back to Shane. But in that instant, he thought about something and pulled out his phone to go through a few messages in his inbox<b>.</b>


    It didn’t take him long to find the photo of a female high school student dressed in her uniform–who looked exactly like Shane’s girlfriend in the photo album.


    The photo in the MMS message was captioned with the price: 1800 dors.


    Carlisle saw the photo on Daniel’s phone. ording to the time stamp, the photo had been sent around lunchtime.


    At that moment, Carlisle and Daniel turned to look at Shane.


    “Why are you both staring at me?” Shane asked, meeting their gazes in confusion as he shoved the photo album under his pillow.


    Daniel’s expression was inscrutable, but before he could speak, Carlisle bumped his knee against the side of Daniel’s leg and said, “Step out to the balcony with me.”


    “Okay,” Daniel said.


    He did as he was told and followed Carlisle out to the balcony, where he immediately asked, “Don’t you think we should tell the poor guy that his girlfriend is selling her body?”


    “Call the hair salon and tell them to hold off any transaction that concerns her,” Carlisle ordered. When he saw the MMS message earlier, he had guessed that Shane’s girlfriend must have run into some sort of trouble.


    There was no need for Shane to know about this, lest he thought any lesser of his girlfriend.


    Daniel called the number that sent him the MMS message.


    It took only seconds before his call went through and he said inly, “Hi, I’m calling about that youngdy in the school uniform. I’m interested in the offer. How about I go over in a while?”


    “Oh, so sorry, but another client has shown interest in that youngdy,” came the voice of an older woman.


    Daniel looked up at Carlisle in rm as he whispered, “She’s been booked by someone else.”


    Carlisle snatched the phone away and said, “I’ll pay double.”


    The older woman on the other line was audibly conflicted <b>as </b>she said, “Listen here, handsome. Money isn’t the problem here…”


    “Triple, then,” Carlisle pressed.


    “<b>Look</b>…”


    “<b>Make </b>that five times the original selling price, Carlisle drove home his bargain.


    The <b>older </b>woman was convinced. “I’ll talk to the other guy then.”


    She <b>ended </b>the <b>call </b>after that.


    <b>“</b>Let’s go over to that hair salon now, Daniel,” Carlisle said. He didn’t bother showering as he put on a change of clothes and called Francis.


    Daniel had put on a change of clothes as well. They left the dorm in a hurry, and Shane followed them..


    Noticing this, Daniel stopped in his tracks and asked, “Why are you following <b>us</b>?”


    “Aren’t we grabbing dinner?” Shane countered.


    <b>“</b>Go do ourundry. We’ll bring takeout for you,” Daniel offered.


    “Fine,” Shane muttered. His gaze darkened as he felt his confidence shrivel up. He was not as well–off as Daniel and Carlisle. He would never be able to keep up with their fancy lifestyle.


    Carlisle didn’t try to understand how Shane must have felt at that moment as he and Daniel quickly made their way out of the school gates.


    Five minutester, Francis‘ car pulled up.


    Immediately after getting into the car, Daniel said, “We need to get to Gale’s Hair Salon at Whitebox Avenue!”


    Francis was incredulous. “Come again?”