The Queen They Buried

Chapter 270

Aubree accepted the gift without a second thought. On the first day of school, eager to show off her new wheels, she drove Bowen and Alvin to Rithol University to register for the new semester.

Notably, Alvin had also applied to Rithol University. While Rithol University had its own Fine Arts School, it was still not quite on par with the renowned Rithol Art School.

Today was registration day for all departments at Rithol University. Before Aubree could even reach the main gate, her car got completely gridlocked, leaving her no choice but to park nearby and walk the rest of the way.

“Bad call. We should’ve just taken a cab,” Aubree said, a little annoyed. She’d originally planned to park on campus.

“All the same. Just here to register.”

Before the trio reached the university gates, they spotted red welcome banners strung up across the entrance. Upperclassmen volunteers were stationed at the gate, assisting the steady stream of freshmen and their parents as they slowly navigated the crowd, arms laden with suitcases and bags of all sizes.

“Fine Art School is in the other direction. I can go by myself,” Alvin said. The sign showed that the registration points for the Fine Art School and the Finance Department of Economics School were in opposite directions.

Aubree, Bowen, and Alvin hadn’t arrived particularly early, so by the time they got there, most of the new students had checked in. A few volunteers in red vests were lounging under a pop–up tent, chatting and taking a break from the morning rush.

Spotting Aubree and Bowen, someone nudged their friends and called out, “Hey, hey, check out that good–looking pair!”

students murmured, “Don’t these two

Isn’t that the big shot

“Wait, isn’t

guy next to her. Is that

with Aubree and Bowen. They practically idolized them. Unbeknownst to Aubree, many students at Economics Shool of Rithol University had quietly begun to see her

seniors couldn’t help but wonder why Bree

third in the SAT? No way she’s actually

academic achievements like hers, does she even need to study here?

asked, “Hi, is this the registration point for the Finance

students eagerly responded, “Yes, the Finance Department

was absolutely stunning in the sweltering heat. When she offered a coy smile, even the upperclassman volunteers guiding them were instantly

help but think, “Wow,

to figure out whether she was Aubree Miller, they’d probably be scrambling to get

baby with the same net worth. The latter might

are you Aubree Miller?” one of the male

name with a faint smile and replied, “If it’s