<h4>Chapter 339: The Farewell Party</h4>


    The male teacher, not one to pass up a chance to stroke his own ego, handed E one of the letters with a smug smile. "E, whether you wrote this or not, Egerton University has a strict policy against teacher-student rtionships. I hope you can maintain a calm heart and not harbor unrealistic fantasies about me."


    E’s expression darkened. This teacher really needed a reality check if he thought she’d be interested in him.


    "Sir, a little self-awareness wouldn’t hurt. Your assumptions areughablepletely out of touch with reality. Goodbye." With that, she took the letter and walked coolly into the ssroom.


    A wave of whispers andughter rippled among the students as they watched the teacher turn red and then pale, clearly embarrassed. Huffing indignantly, he spun on his heel and left.


    As E returned to her seat, several ssmates gathered around to look at the letter she held. She opened it and read the contents—a sappy, over-the-top deration of love that practically reeked of desperation.


    The students groaned, some stiflingughter. "No way! This is so shameless. Seriously, ’spend the night together’? How low can they go?"


    "Obviously, E would never write this junk! Whoever wrote it ispletely pathetic!" Lauren eximed, fuming with anger.


    As the students mocked the letter’s author, E quietly tucked it away.


    "E, did you tick someone off?" one ssmate asked.


    "Yeah, if we didn’t know you so well, we might have even suspected you!" another chimed in.


    "Just be careful, E," the group murmured, voices filled with genuine concern.


    Being somewhat of a public figure at Egerton University, E had her fair share of admirers and detractors. The tabloids had even caught photos of her out with Eric, grabbing coffee or shopping, and her exposure now rivaled that of a mid-level celebrity. Naturally, such visibility stirred envy in some.


    "Thanks, everyone," E replied with a smile. "It’s just a desperate attempt to tarnish my reputation—nothing else."


    Lauren rolled her eyes. "There’s no shortage of petty people these days. It’s sad, really."


    E was well aware that there might be more to this than met the eye. Someone could be orchestrating this from the shadows, and that teacher might just be a pawn. Watching his actions more closely could provide some clues.


    To E’s surprise, however, the following weeks were uneventful. No more strange incidents cropped up, though her schedule became more demanding than ever. LX Fashion officiallyunched, and Eric brought along a parade of socialites and celebrities to celebrate, each bearing generous gifts.


    More importantly, E’s idea of promoting thepany through runway shows had been enthusiastically received. Soon, LXL’s entertainers werepeting fiercely for spots in these shows. As Eric’s wife, E’s favor could potentially open doors for the entertainers, giving them a career boost.


    It was exactly as she’d anticipated—apetition for the spotlight that didn’t even require LX to go mainstream, yet still sparked intense interest.


    The runway shows featured up-anding stars, and once the photos hit LX’s website, its poprity surged. Thepany’s fashion line quickly became the darling of wealthy socialites and young heiresses alike.


    This initial sess broke the usual struggles mostpanies faced, and other brands scrambled to imitate LX’s model.


    Next, E, apanied by Eric, had the opportunity to meet the legendary fashion mogul from Country Y, Mr. Charlie, a major figure in the industry.


    E had done her homework on Charlie before their meeting, so when the time came, she kept her demeanor natural, blending her wit with a touch of elegance that Charlie found genuinely appealing.


    Charlie had a particr appreciation for Country S culture, and E had diligently studied it over the past few months. For her, history and culture were not her strong suits, but with her nearly photographic memory, she found learning both manageable and rewarding.


    Their conversation flowed smoothly, and when the topic shifted to fashion, Charlie was once again impressed by E’s insights. Despite LX being in business for only a month, it had already generated over five million in revenue, a number that left Charlie pleasantly surprised.


    This sess wasn’t entirely unexpected—LX’s clientele was a mix of celebrities, high-society wives, and heiresses with significant spending power. The brand’s luxurious,fortable fabrics and premium pricing fit these customers perfectly. LX’s fashion lines were specifically crafted for two markets: mature, sophisticated women and youthful, vibrant youngdies. With strong endorsements from celebrities, LX’s online store had been flooded with orders just days afterunching.


    As the saying goes, when the quality is high, price matters little.


    The meeting with Charlie was a sess, with the highlight being his genuine appreciation for E. He even gifted her a custom diamond ne intended for his daughter. To show her gratitude, E reciprocated with a rare jade bracelet she acquired through special channels, a gesture that made Charlie genuinely happy.


    Eric, though slightly jealous, understood E’s intentions were pure—she sought to earn others’ respect with sincerity and returned the same. In just a few days, Charlie and LX signed a coboration agreement, marking a significant milestone for the brand.


    With this fashion mogul partnership secured, E felt a sense of aplishment. Her new life seemed to be progressing smoothly—until a new file crossed her desk, drawing her back to a quiet contemtion.


    "The male teacher is dating a student from another school?" she murmured, mulling over the details. His presentation of those letters had initially put her on guard. But now, everything about him seemed surprisingly ordinary. Yet dating an outsider, if exposed, would likely lead to his dismissal.


    Just then, a call from Lauren interrupted her thoughts.


    "E, Henry is leaving for Country W in a few days. We’re having a farewell party for him tonight. Want toe?"


    E hesitated. After all, Henry’s injuries had been indirectly her fault. Skipping the farewell would feel cold-hearted. And besides, he’d always respectfully called her "sister-inw," making it clear he held no romantic intentions. But then Amelia’s earlier warning crossed her mind, causing her to waver.


    Hesitation wasn’t typical of her.


    "I’lle. Where’s the farewell being held?"


    After a few seconds’ pause, E decided.


    "It’s at the Elite Horizon Club," Lauren replied softly. "Since it’s Nelson Group territory, it’ll be perfectly safe."