<b>Chapter </b><b>52 </b>


    Alexia: [No problem. Let’s take the order with the highest heat on the list–the one to find Tristan. They’re starting the price at 9 million dors, and it can be increased based on the uracy of the information provided.]


    Briar: [Are you serious?]


    Alexia chuckled. [Of course. Come on, the person who ced the order is Dasmiecian. You’re the best person to earn this money.]


    Briar rubbed her temples. [You know Tristan is my master. How could I sell his information?]


    Alexia: [That’s where you’re wrong. As his apprentice, you’ve got the best leads. Anyway, the information you provide won’t be Tristan’s final whereabouts. Once you get the money, you can split it with Tristan. He’ll thank you.]


    Briar: [You’re really cunning.]


    ‘What a typical slick merchant. She’s way too good at this,’ Briar thought to herself.


    In the end, Briar still didn’t agree and chose another order instead. It was a software security tracking job–easy, simple, and not time- consuming. She would help the client sort it out tomorrow.


    “Which department are you from? Why are you alone in ourb?” A voice suddenly rang out.


    Theb door was pushed open from the outside, and a man in his fifties with half–gray hair and wearing old–fashioned ck–rimmed sses


    walked in.


    He probably came to get something but was surprised to see a stranger here, and a stranger at that. He looked at Briar warily.


    Everyb had rules, and it was not allowed for just anyone to enter. The various instruments and research data in theb were until the experiments were sessful.


    confidential


    As soon as the man spoke, Briar quickly closed the webpage and restored her phone to its original state. She looked at the name on the badge hanging from his chest, Jewell Morphew, the professor Frank and the others had mentioned.


    “Professor Morphew, I’m a freshman in the Traditional Medicine Department this year. My name is Briar Jennings, and I’m a new member of the research group.” Briar stood up and showed him her badge, which had the same design as Jewell’s.


    Jewell pushed his sses up his nose, checked the number and name on the badge, and nodded. “Why aren’t you in ss?”


    Briar replied, “I don’t have any sses this afternoon, so I stayed here.”


    Jewell said, “Alright, then take out the experimental data reports from the cab behind you and familiarize yourself with them. Spend less time on your phone.”


    “Okay.” Briar obediently took out a stack of reports and ced them on the office desk under Jewell’s watchful eye.


    Jewell was satisfied with Briar’spliance, got what he needed, and left.


    As soon as Jewell was gone, Briar tossed the reports aside and picked up her phone again.


    There was no way she was going to read those reports. The traditional medicine experiments the research group was working on were all old news to her. She might as well y some games.


    In the evening, after school, Beatrice sat at the dining table and casually mentioned, “Mom, Briar really made a ssh on <i>our </i>school forum today.”


    <b>Mon</b>, 11 <b>Aug </b>


    “She’s only been at Shoneport University for one day. What kind of ssh could she make?” Halle was almost exasperated. They still couldn’t figure out who had helped Briar get into Shoneport University.


    Anyone with connections to get someone into Shoneport University must have assets worth at least billions of dors or be a powerful figure<b>. </b>There was no way Briar would know anyone like that.