The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 174

"I'm laying it all out here today: there's not a single parent at this competition who can hold a candle to our Rachel!" Jasper's voice rang with an audacious certainty that caught everyone's attention. "If anyone wishes to contest that, I welcome the opportunity to... enlighten them."

The crowd stirred with murmurs, but no one dared to challenge him.

Neo-Vespera University, part of Solmaris, was well-known in these circles. Many affluent kids, struggling with their grades at home, dreamed of polishing their credentials abroad, yet even they couldn't get a foot in the door at Neo-Vespera. This wasn't a place for the faint-hearted; it was a breeding ground for prodigies.

Everyone here knew all about Rachel and her so-called "methods", having navigated the upper echelons of society themselves. They could guess what was going on without much difficulty.

Haynes, the spineless husband, showered his mistress with devotion while letting his family ostracize his wife. A tale so cliché, it barely raised eyebrows anymore.

Sure, the wife was pitied, but aside from her pretty face, she didn't have much else going for her. It was undeniable-she was stunning, with a kind of timeless elegance. Even among the elites, her looks were a rare find. If it weren't for Deanna spilling the beans, everyone would have assumed she was an heiress herself.

But in the world of wealth and privilege, beauty was never in short supply. A pretty face alone wouldn't keep a man's heart forever. Over time, even the most beautiful faces could become tiresome.

would choose an uninformed trophy spouse with whom there's no intellectual connection? It was no wonder Haynes

academic pedigree alone would have granted her entrée into elite circles. Among the intelligentsia- those rare families who prized cerebral merit

area of

alum? We've got a

O'Brien family today," another sighed. "I thought my kid had a shot at the top spot... now I'm hoping

be quaking in their boots knowing her credentials. They'll probably just hand her their seats and ask

how could they

sidled up to Deanna,

she play? I'd

talent over pedigree, huh? Given the O'Brien Group's current trajectory, you

seems Haynes' taste is pretty

of tears, Rachel couldn't help

naturally empathize with