When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Miranda’s expression turned cold. “My interview video was seen by everyone online. If you still have doubts about my score, feel free to report it to the school. Don’t just make baseless accusations.

“This society makes spreading rumors too easy. Take, for example, the person who posted that photo of me and Dr. Jefferson online–we still haven’t found out who the culprit is.”

As Miranda spoke, she kept her gaze fixed on Tina, watching every tiny reaction on her face. The moment she mentioned the “photo” and the “culprit“, Tina’s eyes flickered with guilt.

Miranda understood immediately–it was Tina who did it. It wasn’t entirely surprising but certainly confirmed her suspicions.

Miranda continued. “You’re quick to criticize me, but all I hear is jealousy in your tone.”

Tina’s expression now looked like she was upset for not having thought of such a good idea herself.

“What are you so smug about? Ingrid is pregnant with my brother’s child. You probably didn’t know that, did you?”

Miranda responded calmly, “I found out about it before you did.”

Tina was speechless by her rebuke.

“You’re here to see Dr. Young, right? She’s not in, so you might as well leave.”

Something in Miranda’s words seemed to hit a nerve, and Tina reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She was instantly bristling.

think you are? Just because Dr. Young isn’t here doesn’t mean you get to tell me to leave!

but as the homeowner, I certainly

glasses behind them,

arrival and had no idea

“Dr. Young, I’m-*

scrutinized her from behind

last time too.”

but before she could feel any relief, Christine spoke sternly, “Did I not

a teacher, and I expect my students to earn their

strict by nature, especially

like Tina would openly try to pull tricks right under her nose. The fact that Christine was still standing

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your things and leave. I don’t want to see this happening a third

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the garden. She had been rejected twice

felt dejected, but more than that, she was filled with frustration and resentment. Christine had

was she

she fured, a gentle voice suddenly spoke beside her. “You’re one of the students who interviewed for the postgraduate

warm smile. She was dressed in a dark