NovelUSAChapter 474 Sweetie: "Nope." Wade: "Aw, that's too bad. What about the day after tomorrow?" Sweetie: "Still no." Wade: "Con, when are you free? [crying emoji]" Sweetie: "Probably never." Monica watched their chat back and forth, and couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.
Wade nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound behind him. His phone almost slipped from his hand as he shot upright from the couch, glaring at Monica in annoyance. "What's your deal?" Monica grinned, her expression pure mischief. "Wow, Wade, I never realized you could be so desperate." She leaned forward, eyes twinkling. "Con, spill it. When did you get a girlfriend?" Wade had never been so exasperated in his life. He shot Monica a murderous glare. "What girlfriend? That's our little sister I'm texting." A while back, Wade had been going on about how he'd finally found his long-lost sister. Remembering that, Monica raised an eyebrow. "You don't mean the girl you mentioned before, do you?" Wade nodded eagerly. "Exactly." At the mention of his sister, he got so excited he could barely sit still. "You have no idea how amazing she is. My car broke down halfway through the race today and I was about to get crushed by the competition. Then, out of nowhere, she swooped in like a guardian angel. If it hadn't been for her, I'd have been totally humiliated." Monica listened to Wade's rambling and finally burst out laughing in exasperation. "Wade, are you looking to get yourself in trouble? I already told you, we found our real sister ages ago. For all you know, that girl you've been talking to could be a scammer." She gave him a pointed look. "And I'm warning you-if Aunt Hilda finds out you're pulling this stunt, don't blme when you get kicked out of the family." Everyone knew how much Aunt Hilda adored their real sister. If she found out Wade was so bent on finding an impostor, he'd be in serious trouble.
Wade rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. The one you all found is probably the fake." Seeing Monica's skepticism, Wade lost interest in arguing and stomped off to his room, phone in hand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe hadn't managed to set up a meeting, but from her photos and posts, Wade figured out that his "sister" was a student at Crestwood University.
A few days later, Wade dragged Curry along for a trip to Crestwood.
On Fridays, most classes were done by noon, so students were scattered across the campus-reading on benches, playing frisbee, lounging on the grass.
Wade and Curry wandered leisurely through the campus.
Curry couldn't help sighing. "Man, I haven't felt this relaxed since I graduated. I miss the college days." Wade shot him a look of pure disdain. "Oh please. If you actually had to go back to college, you'd be miserable." He was about to say more when something caught his eye, and his whole face lit up.
"There she is," he murmured.
Not far off Citrine stood talking to a guy, deep in conversation. Waden started toward them, but suddenly felt someone grab his arm, holding him back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAssuming it was Curry, Wade snapped, "Curry, are you trying to get op my last nerve?" He shook himself loose and strode forward.
That's when someone yanked him sharply by the ear.
Wade finally realized something was seriously wrong.
He spun around.
Curry stood awkwardly off to the side, giving him a look of pure sympathy.
Wade's face fell as he turned to see who was in front of him. "Aunt Hilda." He went pale as a sheet.
Hilda gave him a cold smile, still holding his ear in a vise grip. "Get in a visegrip. the car, she said, hot even trying to hide her amusement.
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