Glitch in the Script
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Summary
The charity student my fiancé was sponsoring had her eyes on the prize: him.
The girl slammed her Columbia University acceptance letter and a box of ultra-thin condoms onto Julian’s desk simultaneously. She looked shy but acted bold.
"You said if I got into the Ivy League, you’d grant me a wish... I only want you."
I was standing outside the door, trembling with rage. I was about to burst in and slap the entitlement out of her.
Suddenly, floating text scrolled across my vision.
[Let the side character slap her. It just makes the Male Lead feel sorry for the Heroine.]
