Dirk Carter was quite experienced with women.
In every "encounter," he almost always held the upper hand.
But this time, it was completely different.
Helen Fletcher was like a general commanding an army, controlling the pace.
Lying down, prone, standing, kneeling—it was all her decision.
It offered Dirk Carter a novel experience.
Eight o'clock the next morning.
The dull and monotonous life of studying finally began.
A routine of three points, from the canteen to the dorm to the classroom, repeated every day.
It was as if he had returned to university life.
But he didn't know, on the first day of school, someone had already targeted him secretly.
The first group, naturally, was Kim Churchill.
However, just at the start of school, he hadn't figured out how to trip up Dirk Carter, so he was still looking for an opportunity.
The other group needed no mention, it was Rasco Shaw.
