The moment the final bell rang, Rex shot up like a man possessed. His chair scraped loudly against the floor, turning a few heads in the classroom.
Without a word, he slung his bag over one shoulder and practically sprinted out the door.
Students blinked. One kid dropped his pen. Another whispered, "Did he just…?"
Yes. Yes, he did.
He bolted down the corridor, took the stairs two at a time, and was in the parking lot before the dust had even settled. Hopping into his sleek car, he fired up the engine and peeled out of the campus like he was in a heist movie.
His destination? Rodeo Street.
More specifically—Luviton.
And the reason for his dramatic exit?
Simple.
His suits were ready.
The ones handcrafted, battle-tested (well, almost), and personally prepped by Seraphina Marcella herself.
