âWhy are you still standing there?â Yvette said to John.
John mechanically nodded, giving a sympathetic glance at Ethan, whose wrist was twisted, and then looking at the casual, indifferent Yvette. He wondered. âSheâs so ruthless. How strong is she to break someoneâs bones like that?â
He also made a mental note, I have to avoid infuriating Yvette in the future. My small arms and legs canât take it. Iâll be more tactful when asking her to finish her homework! John then hurried to catch up and replied, âIâm coming, Iâm coming! Wait for me, my goddess!â
Neither of them paid any attention to Ethan, who was groaning on the floor. Ethan took out his cell phone and called Lucas to pick him up and handle his school withdrawal.
When Ethan got back, he angrily told his granddad what had happened. Only after his granddad repeatedly promised to take revenge for him did Ethan agree to leave the next day to recuperate and study abroad.
Ethanâs granddad was no fool. Danielâs arrest at that time meant that he had offended someone important. How else could a deputy mayor have fallen from grace so easily? Many people had been investigated in just one day. That was not something an ordinary person could do.
He had gone to ask around and found out that Daniel had been taken to the police station, possibly because of a young girl.
However, the girl had walked out of the station unharmed while Daniel had been interrogated. As a veteran, Ethanâs granddad was quick to understand the situation. When he had found out that Ethan had been the cause, he had lost all hope in him.
The girlâs identity or the people supporting her werenât something his small family could afford to challenge. He would not risk that for a worthless grandson. Over the years, he had seen the father and sonâs wrongdoings firsthand. No matter how many times he had tried to put a stop to it, nothing had changed. So, he finally gave up.
Years ago, when Daniel married his daughter, it hadnât taken long for him to start having affairs, which ultimately led to his h daughterâs tragic death.
The Brooks family was negatively influencing Ethan. The problem was deepârooted, but since Ethan was the child of his only daughter, he couldnât just sit by and do nothing. So he sent him abroad, hoping to reform him. He wouldnât mind leaving him an inheritance for support if he turned out well. However, he would let Ethan follow Danielâs path if he remained stubborn and hopeless.
Ethan was unaware of the situation and thought he was going abroad to live a lavish lifestyle as before. Only later did he learn that his granddad had placed him in a strict boarding school, where he was left to his own devices, except for some pocket money that was sent periodically.
In the end, he fell in with a wild group of rich kids overseas, developed a drug addiction, and tragically died on the streets, but that was another story for another time.
Meanwhile, Simon received an eâmail from Siren in the Principalâs office early in the morning. He opened itâexcitedly. It contained the third phase of the discussion about the new chip. He quickly forwarded it to Betrico, then sat back in his chair, feeling restless. It was quite unexpected to receive an article from Siren about the chip after such a long time.
Simon took a sip of his coffee, calming his nerves. He had a pretty good idea why Siren had emailed him again. It must be about what happened with Yvette a few days ago. Maybe Siren was repaying him for going to the police station that day. He thought. It seems Siren values Yvette even more than I thought. Simon put down his coffee cup and stared blankly at a tree outside the window, wondering. Has that person found any clues?
In the meantime, a crowd had gathered around the bulletin board of Argrol University that day. Students from various faculties were eagerly rubbing their hands together in anticipation, each one more excited than the last.
As Yvette and Jolin passed by, Bonnie struggled to make her way out from the crowd, but the sea of people made it impossible, She was jostled around, losing hope with each push 1/2 ç½è66%é 11:03 Wed, Oct 9 ) BU Chapter 67 Bonnie had just fueled herself up and was ready to dash when the bustling crowd suddenly fell quiet. âWhatâs going on? Could it be that the heavens have heard my silent plea? Bonnie wondered. Confused, she saw Yvette and John standing just a few feet away. âAh, no wonder. Itâs Yve! she thought to herself.
Almost every student at Argrol University knew Yvette. Several incidents had caused quite a stir, and now she was the trending topic on the school forum. In second place was Winona, Before Yvette came, Winona was the wellâknown campus belle of Argrol University. Now, Yvette was way ahead in the campus beauty polls. It was hard to predict who would be the next campus beauty queen. Even the lecturers of different faculties knew about Yvette.
Some people at the scene had never met her before and thought her photos were heavily edited, unable to believe that a girl could be both beautiful and have flawless skin. When Yvette appeared, everyone fell silent. Those who saw Yvette for the first time were amazed by her beauty.
Bonnie waved her hand excitedly and called out. âYve, youâre here! The cafeteria is serving your favorite pork ribs today!â
Yvette nodded slightly. The cafeteriaâs pork ribs were very delicious. One would miss them if they were late, and with the lunch ladyâs unsteady hands, one would only get a few pieces per serving, which was never enough.
Bonnieâs voice was very loud. Now, everyone knew that the cafeteria was serving pork ribs.
John, holding the documents to his chest, looked puzzled as he asked Bonnie, âWhatâs happening today? Why is everyone gathered here?â
Bonnie wiped the sweat from her hands before saying, âJohn, have you lost your mind? Our schoolâs annual Art Festival is coming up! Donât we put up annual posters and have each faculty prepare candidates to participate? Youâve been in the lab so long. Youâre foggy! Remember last year you helped the finance department with... Oh, what was it called?â
John quickly interrupted her, looking awkwardly at Yvette, feeling nervous. âThatâs old news, Bonnie. Can we not talk about i Bonnie gave him a look that was a sign of her understanding.
John did not know whether to laugh or cry. He knew Bonnie was probably daydreaming again. He thought, If she doesnât become some entertainment reporter, her talent will be wasted!
âArt Festival?â Yvette asked.
Bonnie thought Yvette was interested, so she quickly explained. Yve, this Art Festival is quite interesting. Itâs a unique tradition at our university, different from other schools. We use a point system because Mr. Sunderland values traditional culture, so there are only four events: piano, chess, calligraphy, and oil painting. Each year, the winners in these areas can earn 70,000 dollars for their faculty. Starting with our class, Ryan won first place in chess last year, giving the physics department a win.â
Bonnie paused for a moment before continuing, âAs for the oil painting... Winona won it last year. Sheâs on her way to being accepted as a student by Mr. Griffin of the Art Association. So, she definitely knows her stuff. When Bonnie saw that Yvette was not upset, she added, âAs for piano and calligraphy, I didnât pay much attention last year, so I donât know which faculty won.
As the three of them were talking, a very arrogant voice rang out from the distance, âAre you Yvette?â
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