The Queen They Buried

Chapter 57

The prelims had finally anived.

The exam hall was packed with over a hundred students. Some nervous types were already trembling before the best papers were even handed out

Over the past couple of days, Aubree had done some targeted practice on competition questions, focusing especiall

they were challenging, she still handled them with effortless ease.

As soon as the test papers were handed out, Aubree quickly scanned through them and already had a plan in mind. Without a moment’s hesitat started sohing problems at lightning speed, to others, these numbers might be hard to crack, but to her, they were like long lost friends, intimately

familiar.

Less than halfway through the exons, she had already finished the text, handed in her paper, and left the room.

Before leaving the exam hall, Aufmee made a quick stop at the restroom. The sound of running water from the faucet blurred out the convertions in the hallway

That voice sounded a bit familiar,

She didn’t pay it much mind and was about to leave after washing her hands when the voices outside suddenly became class

“Dr. Wilson, this matter is rather delicate to handle,” a hoarse voice of the middle–aged man came.

Aubree thought, ‘Dr. Wilson?

‘Could that be Darton”

Her hand, which had been resting on the doorknob, quickly withdrew, Acting purely on reflex, Aubree pulled out her phone and hit record

That familiar voice continued, it was indeed Darton

He said, “Isn’t this just a small favor for you, Mr. Mccoy? For the art competition, only the finals require contestants to paint on

on site, the earlier rounds just

need submitted works. If you make a few minor adjustments, who’s ever going to know who actually made it to the finals

This art competition was hosted by the Rithol City Art Association, and Alec Mccoy, whom Daxton mentioned, was the key person in charge.

feared exposure. After all, this was a

our vice president is the chief judge this time, he’s as stubbor as a

about an apartment at Royal Gardens, right by the landmark tower downtown! You can choose any floor plan you like. And if transportation is inconvenient, just

lacks skill, she just missed the registration deadline. With her abilities, making it to the finals would be a breeze. She doesn’t need to win big or be

nonchalance, as if he were talking about cabbages at the market rather than a prestigious

by Daxton’s offer, minimal risk, and multiplied returns. Only an idiot

She might scrape by for an award, but making it to the finals was no problem. Besides, the list of finalists had just been drafted and hadn’t even

it that way, Dr Wilson, I suppose I can do

he said

the hallway faded into silence. Aubree waited another moment, holding her

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she finally step out

phone in her hand, Aubree

Honestly, this scene feels all

wouldn’t happen again. But here it is, resurfacing

Rithol Art School’s intensive training program, Autinee always covered for her during tests and assignments, so nothing else ever happened. Back then, the art competition schedule wasn’t as tight as it was now.

already started, slipping someone in was as easy as snapping their fingers for the Wilson

lumped in with her as well Looking back, it was almost laughable that she actually thought family cared

gold medal but, lacking the

work, Since she had the scores to back herup, when Aubree ghostpainted for her in the finals, no one suspected

her previous life, and now this evidence had fallen right into her hands, Aubree would be wasting a opportunity if she

as she rummaged through her memory for a contact, the vice president

lived and breathed art, remaining a

he was the only one who questioned Carmen’s results. But lacking concrete evidence, he could only postpone her award for as long as he

School clutching the painting she had phostpainted for Carmen. When he asked if she was the true artist,

out that he could check the

art with absolute dedication. In her previous he, he’d managed to track her down with only the faintest clue. Now that there was both audio and video evidence,

past a sleek black Maybach, its tinted window

thought with a sneer, “What’s Aubree doing here? Don’t tell me this trash actually came for

hand, standard

She doesn’t even

days before the finalisty list would be announced and the championship

was overseeing operations. He had recruited a