Chapter 238
Carlisle deliberately aimed the bottle toward an open area to avoid hitting anyone.
One of the elderly women, puffing up with pride, boasted to the others, “I don’t know how many of those
like that young couple we saw that I’ve lectured. What future can they have without focusing on what’s
Important at such a young age?”
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Just then, a splash of water landed near her, splattering onto the ground with a startling crash.
“Is it raining?” she muttered, touching her head, only to find her hand covered in black ink.
Realizing she was targeted, she turned toward Carlisle with a glare.
“You delinquent! You’re in big trouble now!” she shouted, advancing toward him.
Carlisle threw another water bottle, but as the woman covered her head and crouched down, the bottle
landed right in front of her.
The ink–water mixture splashed onto her face and stained her newly bought white blouse with black splotches.
Furious, she stood up and pointed at Carlisle.
“You scoundrel! Is there no law in this land?”
Her friends joined in the chorus of outrage, rising to their feet.
Carlisle continued to lob water bottles, sending the group into further panic. After the fifth bottle, het grabbed his snacks and ran.
“Stop, you scoundrel!” the woman yelled, giving chase.
Meanwhile, Wanda was about six hundred feet ahead. She paused to wait for Carlisle.
Leon urged, “We should keep moving…
But Wanda shook her head.
“I’m going to wait for him…”
It was their first official date, and she wanted to stay by his side.
Carlisle soon came into view, sprinting around the corridor’s corner and glancing back at his pursuers.
The elderly woman, not giving up so quickly, had even called over several security guards.
As Carlisle approached, he shouted breathlessly, “Wanda, run!”
Wanda was puzzled and unmoved.
drun.
She wondered why she should run.
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She soon understood his instruction when she noticed the group of ink–smeared women chasing after
Carlisle.
She figured that Carlisle had retaliated against them.
“This fool… but an endearing one,” she thought.
Carlisle caught up to Wanda and grabbed her hand, urging, “What are you waiting for? Run!”
Holding down her skirt with her other hand, Wanda sprinted alongside Carlisle as he pulled her along, with Leon jogging to keep up with them.
Seizing the moment amidst the chaos, Leon took out his DSLR camera and almed to capture the rather absurd spectacle unfolding.
Ultimately, the difference in age and physical condition proved significant.
The elderly women couldn’t keep up with the younger, quicker strides of Carlisle and Wanda, nor could they match Leon who maintained a steady jog ahead of them.
After a quick photo, Leon looked back and noticed the woman in the white blouse making another determined effort to catch up.
If word got out that the former assistant to the chief designer at Chanel was being chased by a group of elderly women, his reputation in this life would be utterly ruined.
Earning this five hundred dollars was proving to be quite a challenge.
Being a young woman, Wanda ran out of breath after less than 1500 feet. She stopped and bent over with
her hands on her knees.
She gasped, “Carlisle, I can’t run anymore.”
Carlisle was out of breath as well. He looked back and saw they had gained some distance from their
pursuers.
He retrieved a water bottle from his carrying plastic bag and opened it.
He then handed it to Wanda.
“Let’s take a break!”
As they caught their breath, Leon crouched down on one knee and snapped a photo.
Wanda gratefully took the water bottle, gulping down a few sips.
She looked up at Carlisle, who was visibly sweating from the chase and couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter.
She quickly covered her mouth, directing any stray water to the ground instead of spraying it on him.
Carlisle was sipping his water. He looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“What’s so funny?”
