Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Her eyes, once filled with rage, suddenly sparkled with realization.

Of course! That explains the top spot in the interview.

Without wasting a moment, Hertha whipped out her smartphone and snapped several shots of the two walking away.

After capturing the moment, she glanced at the photos. Owen was a step behind Roseanne, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over her delicate figure.

From this angle, it seemed as though he was subtly embracing her.

This trip was definitely worth it.

Narrowing her eyes, Hertha felt no remorse. It was Roseanne who had crossed a line, challenging her.

She hurried back to her car, eager to open her laptop and navigate to the Kingswell University's official website.

Quickly, she found a contact email on the homepage.

She uploaded the photos and crafted a message filled with righteous indignation: "To prevent Kingswell University's reputation from being tarnished and to avoid setting a bad example for our students, I urge the administration to reconsider Roseanne's admission." With a click on "send anonymously," the email was on its way.

stop there. Hertha also shared the post on Kingswell

the town for acing the entrance exam, and the other, a renowned genius professor at Kingswell University. Posted right after the exams, the message quickly hit the top of the trending list and spread across the internet like wildfire. "From academic sirens to entrance exam enchantresses, no wonder so many hopefuls were rejected. It's all

other institutions? The power of academic elites is much larger than we think, and so is the darkness that lurks

meritocracy fails, dreams of the

eye no longer.

admission and dismiss

silent today, tomorrow we might be

official

Let's see which university dares to admit her

at home when her feed t

exedia flooded

couch, her face growing more serious with

bad," she muttered to

she dove into the comments, it was as expected-a barrage of criticism and

the app,

was deep into her research papers, blissfully