I'm Not A Celebrity.
Apparently You.

Kimberly is still in her classroom, today the three of them have the same class because they take the same major even though their hobbies and interests are different. It was not because of desire but the reality that they had to bear, their shoulders from birth did have to bear a heavy burden.

"You didn't welcome that young investor Kim?" blair asked as he turned back the book he held, whether the book was essentially just like people join to fill the time without having to know the contents.

"Why, what do you do? Don't we meet too many handsome and rich guys" Kimberly said indifferently.

"Oh yes, Kim, I met the daughter of a president from one of my business partners, and she is very beautiful Kim" Blair said, staring at the ceiling of the room.

Viona was wide-eyed however it was the first time Blair had talked about a woman before them.

"Which group president, let me find out about him" Viona said enthusiastically.

"President Group......."

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard the announcement for all students or students to gather in the hall of the gathering place, it was because they had the best investor they wanted to introduce to all Investors.

Hearing that they ended their conversation and lazily left their seats to join the others, they did have privileges at the school including being allowed to not attend school events, but they must follow for the sake of good name and be an example of an exemplary student.

They walked hand in hand with other children who were initially also lazy to welcome investors but they were forced to come because they were ordered to come.

It did not take long, their journey was over as soon as the vice chancellor of the International University gave their seats in front.

"Mom, we're just regular students we're not celebrities so why should we be given a seat up front?"viona asked the vice-rector's mother.

"It's okay you guys are the best students here" he said kindly.

After hearing that they no longer ask but immediately sit down, in this world who is in power will be protected and respected all because their power is not playing games. It didn't take long, a familiar car in Kimberly and Viona's eyes stopped right in front of the hall.

"Kim, isn't that Keith and Kevin Louis' car" Viona said, rubbing her eyes.

"Ho'oh kaya, uh but what's he doing on our campus?" ask Kimberly.

"Who are they?" ask the curious Blair.

"They're two young masters of the Louis family" Kimberly said.

Louis's family, a large family whose business is mostly developed in Europe, how can they be here somehow no one will know what others think, lha wong I just don't know what I think hehe.

"Why him!" said Kimberly curiously, and it was true that the two people who got out of the car were Keith and Kevin Louis, respectively, two people surnamed Louis are always together wherever they are.

A standing ovation, college students cheering watching their good looks make them feel uneasy with it, Keith and Kevin Louis actually come he sits on a chair right in front of Kimberly and Viona.

"These women don't reflect as students at the International University, I'll ask you to move me from here" Kimberly said.

"What about me," Viona said as she pointed to herself.

"We go along, isn't our friendship promise like that" Blair said in response to the two of them.

"It's only natural Miss Daisy, if a woman sees a handsome, hysterical man. They haven't seen the breadth of the world and how many handsome men there are" Kevin said.

"Not only handsome but in the established follow, if only handsome on this campus there are hundreds of handsome men including Blair, but no one approached him." said Viona judges once.

"How come take me, my fans are many lo." replied Blair while rubbing his hair.

"Have you guys no noise, I didn't even know he was the biggest investor on our campus" Kimberly said, calming his best friend down because if he let the debate go it would be very long.

"That's because we don't know the lady" Kevin Louis replied.

Meanwhile, Keith Louis was just silent, whether he heard or not their words and talks but he just remained silent.

It did not take long the host called the names of the two people to move forward and provide motivation how to succeed at a young age.

"That's because they're heirs not pioneers."

Kimberly said that from her mouth which was instantly silenced by Viona who was beside her, while Keith heard that small smile.

"It turns out that there are women who underestimate him, that's good." Keith's inner self before finally moving onto the stage was followed by Kevin behind him. Meanwhile Kimberly who felt guilty choosing silent a thousand languages did not know what she had just said, if they were offended it would be very dangerous for their future.

Keith and Kevin Louis said a few words on stage, a silent atmosphere with small whispers between the people there, somehow Kimberly's heart beat hearing Keith Louis's tone of voice, how could it happen she had never felt it before her.

"Kimberly what's wrong? Why are you looking at Master Louis with such a gaze?" viona asked as she patted Kimberly on the shoulder.

Kimberly was shocked not to play.

"Oh no." said Kimberly quite loudly until the people looked at Kimberly as well as Keith who was smiling little to hear Kimberly's behavior.

"Geez kim, I thought you were focused on seeing Mr. Keith. You are daydreaming." which made the people return to their respective positions and the women who were in that place also heaved a sigh of relief because it was impossible for them to compete with a Kimberly Daisy.

"I'm sorry Viona, I'm waiting for news of when my mom will be back to unfocus" Kimberly replied casually.

The people who heard it started to second-guess whether the top famous designers would return to the homeland, if true it would be great news for them to tell right.

"Kim's? when your mother will return, I'll wait for her at the airport to ask for her autograph" said one student there.

"I'm sorry I don't know, because my mom hasn't given me the exact schedule."

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