A Ruling Passion: Mr. Tremont’s Priceless Little Bride

“Wow, he’s back. He immediately made huge donations to the prominent art schools in the capital too. It’s great being rich, isn’t it!”

“I’ve heard that he’s our alumni, having graduated from the Southline University. That explains his generous donations. Plus, he’s the richest man in the city after all. More importantly, he’s so charming, practically the whole nation’s ideal man rich, handsome, and down to earth. There’s no one else like him in this world!”

The entirety of Southline University Art Institute was engrossed with news regarding Mark Tremont’s return, except for Arianne Wynn who stood out like a sore thumb.

Seated at the stairway, she was munching on a stale bun which had long lost its warmth. Downing the otherwise hard to swallow baked good with just plain water felt equally as cold as the winter season.

Mark Tremont. He’s back again after three years…

“Ari, why are you eating buns again? Come on, I’ll buy you a good meal!”

Tiffany Lane plopped herself down carelessly beside Arianne.

The latter shook her head before she stuffed the rest of the bun into her mouth, picking up her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. Her action emphasized her frail frame.

I’ve got

“Alright. Don’t bring any more buns tomorrow. I’ll bring

as Arianne paddled her bicycle, finally disappearing as it flew away with

battered bicycle to the corner and slipped in through the back door. She

Sir’s looking for you… ah, and be careful. Don’t speak if you can lest he is upset, otherwise you’ll be at the receiving

Wynn nodded and went upstairs cautiously. She patted down the washed out jacket she wore,

her fingertips were trembling. She had grown a lot over the

“Come in.”

from within the room. If one did not pay attention,

open and entering, she left it ajar on

a magazine in his hands. The expensive tailor-made suit hugged his

flipped the pages gracefully. His

he was back

eighteen in another half