<b>Chapter </b><b>66 </b>


    But no matter how jealous Mia was, it was useless. With Ashton stepping in, things naturally took the best possible <b>turn</b>, especially once Ashton was a benefactor of Shoneport University.


    Marvin couldn’t afford to offend him, and Ashton was precisely the reason Marvin had been called to the school that mething to discuss


    matters concerning Briar.


    While others might not be aware of Briar’s capabilities, Marvin, who had personally admitted her into the university, knew all too well.


    Although he hadn’t witnessed Briar treating Griffin firsthand, he had seen how Griffin’s condition improved day by day. <b>They </b>should cherish


    such a talented student.


    Yet here she was, having been at the school for less than two days, already facing nder and bullying, and now even her mentor was picking


    on her.


    It was clear that Jewell had chosen his moment poorly, especially with Ashton on campus. He was being used as a pawn, in and simple.


    After Briar was coaxed out of the ssroom by Frank, she was gently persuaded back to the office, where Frank tried to calm her down by making her a cup of coffee.


    “Briar, here, have some coffee. I made it myself. Do me a favor and drink it?” he said, hoping to ease her mood.


    Briar took the cup. “Thank you,” she said, her tone softening as she epted the gesture.


    Frank smiled in relief, “You’re wee.”


    Marvin led Ashton into the office, followed by Jewell, who had been invited by Brandon. The four of them entered and looked at Briar, <b>who </b>was sitting quietly, holding her coffee cup.


    Briar’s anger had subsided, and she looked calm. Her wrist, highlighted by the ck cup, tapped the rim gently with her index finger<b>. </b>


    When she heard them enter, she nced over, catching sight of Jewellst. A sly, almost feral smile yed on her lips,


    With no other students around, Briar no longer concealed her cold and aloof aura.


    She put down her cup, shifted her posture, and draped her arm over the back of the chair, leaning back casually.


    Her beautiful left hand now held a few golden needles, which she twirled idly. The tips of the needles were bright and cold, mirroring her


    current defiance and arrogance.


    Frank swallowed hard. He was genuinely worried that if Briar got upset, she might identally fling those needles like darts. Clearly, the target would be Jewell. Frank was grateful that Briar had kept her temper in check back in the ssroom.


    Ashton walked straight up to Briar, ignoring her casual posture, and squatted down. His deep eyes shifted from the golden needles in her hand to her eyes. His tone was slow and deliberate. “Briar, we agreed that I’d handle this first.”


    Briar frowned slightly, suppressing her anger. She nced at Jewell for a few seconds before slowly putting away the needles. “Alright. You go ahead.”


    Only then did everyone notice the small acupuncture kit in Briar’s pocket, containing a set of eight gold nee


    This was the most basic set of tools for traditional medicine–acupuncture, but it was also the most demanding in terms of the practitioner’s experience. Nowadays, very few people could skillfully use the Golden Eight Needles.


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    Chapter <b>66 </b>


    <b>And </b>here was Briar, a mere freshman in the Traditional Medicine Department, carrying them around, it was <b>quite </b>surprising.


    Having agreed to let Ashton take the lead, Briar resumed her docile demeanor.


    Jewell, on the other hand, had only just begun to sense the danger. He opened his mouth to defend himself. “Achton, ”


    Ashton stood up, turned his head, and fixed Jewell with a piercing, intimidating gaze. traditional medicine professor of Shoneport University to the spot.


    With just one look, he pinned the specially appointed


    Jewell, meeting Ashton’s cold, abyss–like eyes, felt his pores prickle and his breath catch, but he still forced himself to speak. “Ashton, even if


    you


    don’t want to hear it, as an educator, there are some things I have to say.”


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    Marvin almost wanted to apud Jewell’s brave, righteous stance. ‘Does he have any idea that the person in front of him can strip him of his title as an educator in the blink of an eye?‘ he wondered.


    But Ashton wasn’t angry. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and gestured for Jewell to continue.


    Jewell, thinking that even someone as formidable as Ashton could be reasoned with<b>, </b>began <i>to </i>exin, “She used connections to <b>get </b><b><i>into </i></b>Shoneport University and became a student in the Traditional Medicine Department.


    “Marvin handled the admission, so naturally, out of trust and respect for Marvin, I had no objections. Poor academic performance can be improved through hard work. However, as a future healer, having improper conduct and an unprincipled character is extremely dangerous.


    “In less than two days at Shoneport University, her reputation has spread throughout the entire school, and it’s all about scandalous things.”


    He continued, “Today in my ss, I merely wanted <i>to </i>test her foundation <i>in </i>traditional medicine, but she not only had a bad attitude but also openly challenged me in front of the ss. Shouldn’t I criticize her seriously for this? What do you think, Ashton?”


    Jewell finished speaking in one breath, carefully observing Ashton’s reaction.


    Ashton’s stunningly beautiful eyes were cold and sharp, sending a chill down one’s spine. “Finished?” he asked.


    Jewell nodded.


    Instead of responding to Jewell, Ashton turned to Marvin. “Mr. Goodwin, when did I be so easy to deal with in your eyes?”