The Queen They Buried

Chapter 264

Before Alvin could feel proud of himself, Bowen started laying the most outrageous flattery on Aubree.

Bowen said, “Now that’s our Bree! These scores are practically valedictorian–level–just a hair’s breadth away! And to think you’ve only been studying for a year. Honestly, this year’s valedictorian should be thanking their lucky stars you didn’t go all out sooner!”

Alvin was speechless for a moment. ‘No wonder they say love works miracles–how could it not? It can turn a perfectly normal person into a total lovesick fool, he thought.

Aubree’s phone buzzed with a text from her homeroom teacher, summoning her back to Rithol High School.

Aubree figured it was probably for some publicity interviews or something like that. Normally, only the valedictorian at Rithol High School would get this kind of treatment–but then again, she was no ordinary person.

“My homeroom teacher just texted me. She wants me back at Rithol High School,” Aubree said.

“Okay, I’ll give you guys a ride there,” Bowen said.

When the trio arrived at Rithol High School, they found the school gates swarmed by a massive crowd–mostly reporters who had raced there at the news, with clusters of students‘ parents mixed in.

SAT results, not a single interview with her had been published yet. Every media outlet was clamoring to land the first

what label the newspapers assigned, it inevitably ignited

she noticed a crimson banner already hanging above the entrance of Rithol High School. This was nothing out of the ordinary—every year, after the SAT results were released the school would proudly display the achievements of their top–scoring student. But this time, it was

well, look at you, Aubree! For the first time ever, Rithol

student Aubree Miller for her successful entrepreneurship and achieving third place in the state after

exchanged a quick glance and, without hesitation, slipped in through the back

“Aubree!”

“Aubree, you legend!”

one year of prep, and you’re only two

and Matilda walked in, the class instantly erupted into a boisterous

glance, each one laced with silent resentment. Aubree had studied for merely a year and already achieved third place in the state. To those who had spent years burning the midnight oil, their efforts suddenly felt meaningless–nothing more than proof that they

teacher beamed with pride as she looked at Aubree

pursue art, her homeroom teacher was so distraught she nearly

said. “The moment your results hit, jaws dropped. Class One’s homeroom teacher -who’s always so smug about their star pupil–was speechless.

to meet you. Oh, and did you see all those reporters swarming outside the school gates when you came in? The school wants to gather them in the auditorium for a formal press

and entrepreneurial success in just one year. I read your essay, too, Aubree. My goodness! Who would’ve thought someone your age could write with such depth