Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time

Chapter 393

Kevitt Smith glanced around the lively room, his students gathered around him

like a constellation of eager minds. Among them stood Vesta, the lone face from the East, standing out like a cherry blossom in a garden of roses.

The crowd buzzed with whispers and admiration as they learned that Vesta was not only a brilliant PhD student under the legendary Kevitt Smith, but also the girlfriend of Thorne Henderson, an enviable position that seemed to embody all the luck and beauty the world could offer.

"Wow, I can't believe she's Kevitt Smith's student. That's incredible!" someone exclaimed, nearly spilling their drink in excitement.

"And she's stunning to boot! It's like the universe just handed her everything on a silver platter. So unfair!" another lamented.

"Don't even get me started! She's also dating Thorne Henderson? How is that even fair? I give up!" a third person groaned theatrically, rolling their eyes.

Vesta, oblivious to the whirlwind of envy and admiration swirling around her, became an instant focal point. People jostled to introduce themselves, hoping a bit of her brilliance might rub off on them.

eyes twinkling with mischief, nudged Thorne and said, “Mr. Henderson, it seems like you've got all the good

bad, young man. But I hear you two have been together for a couple of years now. Why haven't you tied the knot yet? Is my student's heart that hard to win over? If so, you'd better step up your game. I'm rooting for you!" he teased

through the crowd, the lightheartedness infectious. Not everyone was amused, though. Charlene and Stewart stood off to the side, their expressions remaining neutral, while Dalton Ramirez, having just arrived, found himself caught

a briefing about Kevitt Smith's illustrious past in Al, couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness as

noticed Dalton's arrival but chose to keep their distance, a silent acknowledgment

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was a far cry from their previous camaraderie. "Mr. Ferguson, he greeted

if you're not inclined to exchange pleasantries, I won't force

missing a beat. "As you wish, Mr. Ferguson," he replied, his tone icy

absurdity of it all, but before he could dwell on