William sang her praises without reservation. "Moli is an exceptionally brilliant and capable woman. She is my pride and joy."


    This revtion attracted a swarm of other reporters, all eager to interview Bianca. Among them were several familiar faces-reporters nted by Lillian Laurent. It was all part of their n. From the moment Bianca received William''s call, she had known exactly how she would redeem her public image.


    Wealthy families typically had two criteria when choosing a daughter-inw: aparable family background or exceptional character and talent. She could never meet the first criterion; there were only a handful of families in the country on par with the Harcourts. That left her with the second option.


    Yvonne had realized this years ago, which was why she had invested so heavily in Bianca''s education, cultivating a persona of a highly educated intellectual. To the elite, a top-tier education and high intelligence were signs of superior genes- ideal for producing the next generation. This was the one area where Bianca feltpletely confident.


    Noreen was no match for her.


    Bianca shot a self-assured nce in Noreen''s direction. She seemed to be engrossed in a conversation with Dn, paying no attention to themotion. Was she genuinely unbothered, or just pretending? It was probably just an act to maintain some semnce of dignity.


    "Moli, over here!" a reporter called out, using the name Bianca had gone by abroad, the one Professor William had just introduced her with.


    Bianca turned, a radiant smile on her face as she posed for the camera.


    Noreen, who had been chatting with Dn, looked over at the sound of the name.


    *Moli? Is that Bianca''s name? What a coincidence. She''s named Moli, too.*


    Years ago, when she had applied to WT Business School, that was the name she had used. But she had given up the opportunity to study abroad and the name had been forgotten. If it weren''t for the


    reporter, she wouldn''t have even remembered.


    Noreen''s attention lingered for only a moment before she looked away. Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from ire. Her period had started


    unexpectedly, and she didn''t have any pads. It was an emergency.


    Noreen always carried some with her. After finding out where ire was, she excused herself and went to find her.


    The summer breeze that swept through the long, open-air corridor was hot, carrying with it a searing heat. At the far end of the hallway, Noreen saw a familiar figure.


    She wanted nothing to do with Seth, but this was the only way to the restroom where ire was waiting. With her friend in need, she had no choice but to press forward.


    Seth stood there, watching her approach, his eyes dark and unreadable. Under his intense stare, Noreen quickened her pace.


    But as she was about to walk past him, he reached out and grabbed her arm.


    Noreen''s expression changed instantly. She tried to yank her arm away, but he held on tight, his grip almost painfully strong.


    She looked at him, her eyes cold with contempt. "Having another episode, Mr. Harcourt?"


    She was done with this man and his


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    moment, he was telling the world that the one who isn''t loved is the third wheel. The next he was grabbing her, refusing to let go, why couldn''t he just see a doctor if he was so clearly unstable?


    Seth lowered his head slightly, his cold, piercing eyes fixed on her, as if searching for something in her expression. His voice was just as frigid. Back then, he asked his tone t and empty, "did you ever dove Dn?"