I decided to let law enforcement deal with Kesha.
After school, I heard about a spectacle at the school gate—there was a convoy that was turning heads.
At first, I thought they were police cars, but something didn't quite add up.
"Forty luxury cars! Who do they belong to? It's absolutely lavish!"
"Seriously! Forty cars, all identical limited editions, taking up the whole street!"
I joined the crowd and looked in the direction they were gaping at. The rear window of a sleek black luxury car in the center began to lower, revealing an extraordinarily handsome face.
It was Herbert!
"Wow, look! The guy sitting in the back is super hot!"
"Oh my god, how can someone be that gorgeous? I'm willing to die for him. Really..."
As I edged closer to the car, the murmurs around me took a sharp t
