Maeve Lane, Julian Fairchild, and Henry Hughes seemed to have flipped a switch after meeting once in that alley.
According to Henry Hughes—
"Why does Maeve Lane seem like she's fitted you with a GPS tracker?"
He was sitting in an empty classroom, as there were no classes in the afternoon, leaving only Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes there.
Just as Henry Hughes finished speaking, a delightfully pleasant voice drifted in from outside the classroom—
"What are you saying about me?"
Julian Fairchild's brow furrowed slightly.
He was sitting in the second row, a particularly convoluted textbook in front of him, while Maeve Lane leaned against the doorway, smiling at Julian Fairchild.
Henry Hughes felt like a massive third wheel, chuckling, "Well, I'll take my leave, Julian. The counselor wants to see me this afternoon."
Julian Fairchild exuded a chilling aura, making the very air seem to freeze.
After Henry Hughes left, Maeve Lane naturally took the seat he had just vacated.
