The dean beside him grinned. “Mr. Tremont, are you referring to... Will Sivan? You’ve probably heard of him, one of the three young masters of the Sivan family. He’s in his junior year now. The three of them are usually together.”
“Next time, I don’t want to see him again at Southline University. No, in the whole capital,” Mark Tremont said emotionlessly as he turned to leave.
A few steps later, he halted. “And I’ll fully sponsor Arianne Wynn, anonymously.”
The dean bowed his head quickly.
“Of course, of course. Have a good day.”
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