<b>Chapter </b><b>53 </b>
Today at thepany, Edgar received the news that Briar had actually enrolled at Shoneport University, and he was more shocked <b>than </b>Halle.
He was more aware than Halle that getting admitted to Shoneport University wasn’t just a matter of having money. The shareholders of Shoneport University had plenty of wealthy individuals, and there were even more rich people eager to coborate with them.
Only they knew that students who were admitted to Shoneport University on special terms were either geniuses and talents from all over the country or had connections with powerful political forces.
Setting aside those political connections, Briar definitely didn’t have any influential rtionships to rely on.
The Jennings family didn’t have that kind of power, and the Grant family, who were far away in Qatharia, were even less likely to have such influence.
For someone as uneducated as Briar to be admitted, the wealthy individual who pulled strings for her must have had truly substantial financial resources.
Yet, the reality was that Briar had been admitted, and even personally received by the principal, Marvin.
Edgar was pragmatic about the situation. If he wanted to gain any advantage from this, he had to extract it from Briar.
So, Edgar put on a facade of a caring father concerned about his daughter’s studies and asked, “How is Briar doing at school?”
Beatrice’s expression froze for a moment. She had deliberately brought up the news about Briar at Shoneport University, but not to draw her father’s attention to Briar.
She looked at Edgar, her smile a little forced. “Dad, Briar’s performance at school isn’t very good,” she said.
“As long as she doesn’t get into fights or skip sses, that’s good enough,” Edgar added, setting low expectations <b>for </b>Briar.
He knew his daughter well; Briar hadn’t been a diligent student while abroad, and he didn’t expect her to suddenly be outstanding just because she was at Shoneport University.
Beatrice pursed her lips, as if making a significant decision, and took out her phone. She opened a screenshot she had taken earlier and showed it to Edgar. “Dad, you should see this for yourself,” she said.
Edgar took Beatrice’s phone, puzzled, and within seconds, his voice rose in fury, apanied by a loud bang as he mmed his hand on the table. “Who does this girl think she is?
“Does she think that just because she’s pretty, she can catch the eye of a member of the Wade family? What on earth has she been learning all these years abroad? On her very first day of school, she’s already causing such an embarrassing scandal.”
Edgar was genuinely furious. What Beatrice had shown him was a post on the Shoneport University forum about how shamelessly Briar had tried to seduce the heir of the Wade family.
The Wade family was no ordinary family. Not only were their standards for choosing a daughter–inw extremely high, but <b>the </b>idea that Briar could use a vulgar method to get close to or attach herself to their member was nothing short of a pipe dream.
“Dad, don’t be angry. Briar is still young, and it was her first day at Shoneport University. She might not have known who the guy <b>sitting </b>
across from her was.
“Once she gets familiar with the school and meets her ssmates, she won’t make such a fool of herself again.” Beatrice quickly <b>got </b><b>up</b>, poured a ss of water for Edgar, and tried to calm him down.
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However, Edgar’s anger only intensified after hearing Beatrice’s words. <b>“</b>She’s already 18 years old. How can she still <b>be </b>considered <i>young </i>She doesn’t even know who she’s messing with? This isn’t about going to school; it’s about bringing trouble to me <b>and </b><b>the </b><b>Jennings </bmbia
At this moment, Halle also stood up and tried to reason with Edgar. “Oh, Edgar, don’t get so upset. Let’s at least hear Beatrice out. Maybe things aren’t what we think they are.”
Edgar’s chest heaved with anger as he struggled to control his temper. “Beatrice, tell
the whole story from beginning to end<b>.</b><b>” </b>
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