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!”

of the students murmured, “Don’t these two look

the big

exclaimed, “Wait, isn’t that Aubree

her. Is that Bowen

Aubree and Bowen. They practically idolized them. Unbeknownst

why Bree Technology hadn’t

third in the SAT? No way she’s actually joining our department,

academic achievements like hers, does she even need to study here? I bet even her professors

spotted Aubree walking over. She asked, “Hi, is this

“Yes, the Finance Department at Rithol

a spaghetti–strap mini dress, was absolutely stunning in the sweltering heat. When she offered a coy smile, even the

but think,

to figure out whether she

trust fund baby with the same net worth. The latter might be enviable, but it was

Miller?” one of the male students

replied, “If it’s that Aubree