Chapter 1846

The world was full of mysteries and miracles.

"Sometimes I wonder if we could really start over," Juan mused.

If the world reset, everything could be rewritten. Time could roll back to when Debra was 17.

"You're a girl. How can you pick up smoking?" the class teacher chided her.

Debra wore a modified school uniform, her long hair loosely clipped. At 17, she was already striking. Follow current novᴇls on find~novel~net

"Why can't girls smoke? Tons of guys do." She shrugged.

"That's not the point. Students shouldn't smoke," the class teacher snapped, tossing a pack of cigarettes on the desk. "Call your parents after school."

"I don't have parents," she said without looking up. "They're dead."

"Then get your uncle and aunt here."

"Fine."

She pulled out a phone, and the class teacher gaped. "You're hiding a phone too?"

"You told me to call them," Debra said, dialing. "Yeah, they need a parent. Come quickly. I'm hitting the arcade tonight."

She hung up, and the class teacher was floored by her bluntness.

"You're hopeless. If it weren't for your grades, I'd have..." the class teacher trailed off.

If Debra hadn't lost her parents young, the school wouldn't have been so lenient.

Debra stood in the office all afternoon. Near dismissal, two black cars pulled up outside.

Bodyguards hopped out, opening the door for a man in the back. Some students crowded the windows, gawking.

"Holy crap, Maybach!"

"Who's that parent? He's young."

"That's Juan Nichols, head of the Nichols Group. Way hotter than on TV!"

"Why is he here? Does he have a secret kid?"

Girls swooned over Juan, surrounded by bodyguards. At their age, crushing on a guy like him was inevitable. A secretary knocked on the office door.

"Come in," the class teacher said.

The secretary opened the door, and the bodyguards secured the entrance.

Juan strode in, decent in a tailored black suit and polished shoes. His hair was neatly trimmed, and on his chest was the emblem of the Nichols family.

The class teacher froze, recognizing his face from magazines.

Juan remained cold and distant. "I'm Debra Frazier's guardian."

"Guardian?" The class teacher glanced between the two, unable to connect the dots.

One of them was a rich CEO, and the other was a high school student.

Debra gaped at him, clearly not expecting his arrival.