Chapter 39

“That pretty girl everyone’s talking about is actually my sister,” Beatrice finally said, unable to hold it in any longer after the eighth guy who went up to ask Briar for her number came back looking defeated and embarrassed.

Her voice was low but clear enough for those nearby to catch.

Nancy clapped a hand over her mouth, wide–eyed. “Wait–she’s the one you told me about? She’s the one who got your dad to donate five entire buildings just to barely squeeze into Shoneport University?”

“What’s the deal?” Beatrice’s and Nancy’s exchange had piqued the curiosity of the crowd, and a few eager eavesdroppers leaned in, hungry

for the tea.

Nancy glanced at Beatrice, hesitating. “Beatrice, is it okay if I spill?”

Beatrice bit her lip, her face a perfect mix of awkwardness and reluctance. “Nancy, please don’t. My dad went through so much to get Briar into Shoneport. If she hears this, it’ll crush her.”

Her words, though brief, were loaded with implications.

Dance Department but also

have the grades to get in on merit. According to Beatrice’s words, it took a hefty

they found a solid reason for her to end up in Traditional Medicine. The field was fading fast, barely anyone’s

way Beatrice spoke

earlier was gone, replaced by a cooler, more critical appraisal. After all, what good was a pretty face if it masked

having stirred the pot just enough, tugged Nancy away. But

eyes.

Shoneport

Who helped her?

‘Was it…Dad?‘

own admission wouldn’t have been such

could’ve pulled

knew

mother, urging her to probe her father and find out whether he had secretly pulled some

by Beatrice’s text. She called Edgar immediately, probing

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