Juniper dawdled, finally managing to finish the jewelry designs just under the sixty- minute mark. A few pencil sketches of jewelry adorned the low-quality white draft paper. They were simple, uncolored drawings, but the lines were fluid and the concepts exquisite-breathtakingly beautiful.


    With a sigh, Juniper put down her pencil, rubbing her wrist. She crumpled the sketch paper into a ball and casually tossed it into her pocket. These pieces were pretty good; she figured they could probably sell for a few hundred million. Enough to fund the base''s expenses for a while.


    "Juniper, let''s go," Qadir said with a grin, jerking his chin toward the door.


    "Yeah." Juniper arranged her answer sheet and left with Qadir and Queenie, chatting as they walked.


    "Juniper, you''re amazing! You actually guessed so many of the key topics..." Qadir''s voice wasn''t quiet, and Jolene, who was nearby, heard him clearly.


    Guessed the key topics?


    As Jolene walked out, she deliberately nced at Juniper''s test paper. Her eyes widened. The answer sheet, including the two notoriously difficult final questions, waspletely filled out.


    A girl who hadn''t even attended her junior or senior years of high school could answer these questions? That was hrious.


    She remembered that during the exam, Queenie''s paper had identally fallen on the floor, and Juniper had picked it up for her. Could it be... that Queenie had orchestrated the whole thing just to let her copy the answers?


    Tsk, tsk. Cheating and copying answers, and she had the nerve to fill out the entire paper? How bold!


    It was a tradition at Aurora High School to grade exams the same day they were taken. The teachers despised cheating. When they saw Juniper''s paper, they''d probably be furious. She would surely be expelled immediately, right?


    The more Jolene thought about it, the happier she became.


    ...


    After the exam, Juniper didn''t go straight back to Cloudscape Community. Instead, she went to J-Five Studio. The director had called to inform her that the jewelry designed for Hannah Schwartz wasplete and needed her final confirmation.


    "Boss." Upon seeing her arrive, the other designers stood up and greeted her respectfully.


    "Where''s the jewelry?" Juniper, dressed in her school uniform, holding a bottle in her left hand and a lollipop in her mouth, lookedpletely out of ce among the older designers with her youthful face. Yet, the powerful aura she exuded was so intimidating that those around her didn''t dare to look her straight in the eye.


    "It''s in the vault," the director said. Noticing the backpack and bottle in Juniper''s hands, he tactfully reached out. "Let me hold that for you."


    "No need." Juniper sidestepped him, opened her backpack, and ced the bottle inside.


    The director''s hand froze in mid-air, a look of confusion on his face. Did he see that right? This was the boss who would casually toss around diamonds worth millions, yet she was treating a simple bottle like a precious treasure?


    Inside the vault, Juniper donned gloves and a pair of magnifying sses, sitting under a brightmp to make the final adjustments to the jewelry.


    The director stood behind her, bent slightly at the waist, not daring to breathe too loudly. The boss had stressed the importance of this order. He had hired only the top artisans and had personally supervised the entire process, terrified of any mistakes.


    If he recalled correctly, this order was from Shanley Schwartz, the CEO of the Schwartz Group. Hadn''t the boss had some conflict with him before? She was paying an unusual amount of attention to this particrmission.


    Once she was certain everything was perfect, Juniper removed her gloves and sses. She scanned the room, her gaze finally settling on a magnificent emerald ne.


    Next week was the birthday banquet for that olddy and she''d been invited. She couldn''t very well show up empty-handed.