Chapter 1483

"Where's mine?" Nash stepped up, hand outstretched in front of Fiona. "Why don't I get one?"

"Do you really expect a gift for coming in last place?" Fiona gave him a skeptical look. She couldn't help but place her hand on Nash's forehead, half-wondering if something was off with him. Otherwise, why would he be spouting such nonsense?

Nash shrugged off Fiona's hand with a huff. It dawned on him-he simply wasn't cut out for a gift!

As more students trickled into the classroom, most gave Tyler a thumbs-up. Tyler had really done Class 19 proud. Even walking out, they felt a surge of pride. No more mockery from other classes.

Students flocked around Tyler, all offering their congratulations.

Fiona stood up and headed towards the school gates, quickly shooting a message to Keaton, asking for some time off.

Nash thought about following her out, but just then, the teacher walked in. Spotting the gift on Tyler's desk, Nash quickly refocused on his studies. If he managed to snag first place, would Fiona gift him something too? Not that he was after a gift! He just thought the present Fiona gave Tyler looked really cool. That was it!

and Nash

...

With him were a man wearing a black mask and sunglasses, and a strikingly pretty yet composed

there. Given their status, why should they hang around in a hospital? Plus, the reporters and media lurking outside who knows what stories might

here," the director said, casting a glance at Christina before smiling at Fiona. "Ms. Fiona, we've brought you in because there's a patient plagued by

nightmares. We've tried bestehet

Western medicine, but nothing seems to help. It's only

the pair before her. Clad in a white lab coat, she donned a mask and sunglasses, twirling a black pen

front of her appeared frail

a look," Fiona said, spinning the pen

clear, commanding voice rang out. The woman beside the man immediately bristled, pointing a finger at Fiona

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