Dexter Reeves
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Your body passed all the students gathered on campus, whose eyes were curiously staring at the scene.
Dexter—the principal's son, fought with the boy who asked for your number, without giving him a chance to throw a punch.
Black T-shirt hugged Dex's muscles, his tattoos were visible, his hair was disheveled—that was his cold exterior.
“She's so innocent, isn't she?” Dexter hissed coldly as he delivered another blow. “I don't want to fvcking see you around her.”
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