With a flirty glance and a smile, Julia Adams looked at Maxwell Peary.
Could she attract Maxwell Peary like this?
She really was too naive.
Who was Maxwell Peary? In this day and age, what hadn't he experienced?
"Don't know you. Scram."
Those four words left the area within a ten-meter radius freezing cold, almost barren.
This was a side of Maxwell Peary that Julia Adams hadn't seen before, and naturally, neither had the students on campus.
Everyone felt a shiver. Many who lacked confidence immediately left, while quite a few others observed from a distance.
"Young Master Peary, I..."
Julia Adams looked at Maxwell Peary with a wounded expression; she hadn't anticipated him saying something like that.
Seeing this side of him, Julia now desperately wanted to conquer him.
If such a man became her pillar of support, wouldn't she be able to do whatever she pleased in Capital Town?
"Young Master Peary, I'm Julia Adams. Don't you remember me? I'm Nia Mitchell's best friend."
