C1248 CHAPTER1248 ACCORDING TO THE CONTRACT

Sam Moreels took a deep breath, feeling the warmth on his face. His senior, who always wore black veils, had a mysterious beauty about her. Sam had caught a glimpse once, but it was never clear. He often felt the urge to lift the veil, but each time he suppressed the desire. She's my senior, he reminded himself. I have to stay rational.

"Are you concerned about me?" Sam asked