Babel Novel
Chapter 78
Sarah had texted, “Carlisle, there is an ice rink opening on Saturday. It’s free to enter. Let’s go together!”
Carlisle replied, “I’m busy!”
Then, he clicked on Sienna’s chat box. She sent the same message as Sarah.
He was a little stunned.
Sarah didn’t mention that Sienna was going as well. He wasn’t sure what they were trying to achieve.
He was too lazy to think about it, so he replied to her the same way before clicking on Sean’s chat box.
“Carl, won’t you be afraid that Owen and his friends will steal your computers? Those cost tens of thousands!”
“I won’t hire people with bad intentions. It’s not a waste to spend tens of thousands to reveal their true colors!”
Sean just took a shower. He pouted when he saw Carlisle’s reply. He typed, “But we don’t have much capital. If we lose this money, it’ll be difficult to make a comeback!”
“Believe me. I’ve always had a good eye!”
More precisely, he believed in Heath.
As a tycoon who could rule Riverland’s underworld forces in the future, Heath’s vision wouldn’t be limited
to computer equipment worth tens of thousands.
Suddenly, there was a violent knock on the door.
“Spotcheck! Open the door!”
Kelvin, whose bed was next to the door, quickly opened the dormitory door. Four burly seniors entered grandly.
“Are you all here?”
The leader had short hair and a scar on his face. He dressed like a gangster with board shorts and a black tank top.
When the scar–faced senior entered the room, the freshmen trembled in fear.
“We’re all here…”
Kelvin took a few bottles of Coke from the bucket next to the bed. “Seniors, please have a drink!”
The scar–faced senior accepted the Coke and smiled. “You’re quite sensible. What is your name?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.
I’m Kelvin!” Kelvin replied quickly.
The scar–faced senior nodded and took out a list.
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A person behind him pointed at the students on the upper bunk and shouted, “Get down and line up!”
The students on the upper bunk hastily sprang from their beds.
Carlisle frowned slightly. To avoid conflicts, he lined up with his roommates.
“Now I’ll read out the names. Respond to me when you hear your name!”
The scar–faced senior glanced sharply at everyone before starting.
“Daniel Scott!”
“I’m here!”
“Hmph, Daniel? You should call yourself ‘Dandy!” the scar–faced senior mocked.
Everyone in the dormitory burst out laughing.
The man behind the scar–faced senior shouted, “What are you guys laughing at? Is that funny?”
Everyone became silent, not daring to make a sound.
“Dylan Fisher!”
“I’m here!”
“Shane Foster!”
“I’m here!”
“Jasper Sutton!”
“I’m here!”
“Carlisle Zahn!”
When the scar–faced senior read out this name, he looked up at Carlisle, who was standing at the back.
“I’m here!” Carlisle responded.
He vaguely felt that the scar–faced senior seemed to have some ulterior motives.
The scar–faced senior approached Carlisle, leaned close to him, and whispered, “Someone asked me to give you a message. Stay away from Wanda Thompson!”