Fake Heiress Reborn Drops Masks Finds Family (Noelle and Sebastian) novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289 It’s Trickling

He couldn’t wait to see how the Guzmans were going to treat Noelle–and how they’d deal with that imposter.

Primo stepped out of the office.

Suddenly, Duo’s head poked out from around the corner. His eyes gleamed like he’d been lurking there the whole time.

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They were way too close. Practically nose to nose. Duo had just popped out of nowhere, and now their faces were barely an inch apart.

Primo froze. His breath caught.

Duo, clueless as ever, didn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable the distance was. He just kept staring. “Primo! What kind of mission did Mr. Menzie send you on? You’ve been acting all mysterious for days!”

Primo glanced to the side. His throat shifted as if he were forcing something down. “Mr. Menzie gave me direct orders. I’m not allowed to talk about it.”

Duo’s face fell. “You? And Mr. Menzie? You’re both shutting me out!”

He grabbed his chest like he’d just been stabbed straight through the heart. “We used to go on every single mission together. Now he only sends you? You’re freezing me out! This is full–blown isolation!”

“It’s not.”

“Then tell me what the mission is!”

“I can’t.” Primo turned and walked off.

Duo followed. “You’re totally icing me out!”

“We’re not.”

“Then just tell me what he asked you to do!”

“I already said I can’t.”

“Then you’re icing me out!”

Primo kept walking. Duo kept trailing behind. One repeated the same question. The other repeated the same answer. Back and forth. Over and over. It was so repetitive, it almost sounded like they were in sync.

Independence Day finally arrived.

The annual celebration kicked off like clockwork inside the massive auditorium at Kingstowne University.

The place was packed. Every seat taken. Lights blazed overhead. Faculty, deans, and professors filled the front rows. And the students? Practically buzzing.

Noelle sat with the pre–med department,

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The performances hadn’t started yet. She was texting Sebastian while waiting for the lights to go down.

“Babe, I miss you! Come pick me up after the event!”

“Okay. Let me know when it’s ending.”

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“You better shower the second we get home. We’re scrubbing each other squeaky clean and doing exactly what a romantic couple should do after a long day. Oh, and trim your nails!”

Sebastian didn’t respond right away. A few minutes later, he sent one single emoji–the blushing face.

Noelle grinned and kept texting. From time to time, someone sitting nearby would start chatting with her, and she’d answer like it was nothing.

A small group of guys had formed around her, all laughing and calling her name from different sides.

“Noelle, come on! Have some snacks!”

“She’s way too elegant to be cracking pistachio shell! We’ll do it for her!” One of the guys handed her a tiny plate of neatly peeled pistachio.

That moment got people’s attention.

‘Neil! You sly dog!”

Their section of the auditorium erupted with laughter and playful teasing. Across the aisle, Viola sat with the business students.

Her stare was ice–cold. Cutting.

She didn’t take her eyes off Noelle.

She needed to get rid of her.

That was the only way to solidify her place as the next Guzman heiress.

She already knew what was about to happen tonight. The thought alone made her smile.

The show began shortly after.

The host walked onto the stage, gave a short welcome, and the lineup started rolling.

The first few acts were decent. Some heartfelt poetry, a few light comedy bits, even a soft instrumental piece. Technically fine, but nothing showstopping. The applause was measured. Respectful. Not electric.

Then came the next announcement. “Up next, the Pre–Med Department presents their dance number, Breaking Dawn!”

A wave of claps surged across the auditorium.

The lights went dark. When they flicked back on, Eleanor and a few other pre–med girls were frozen in their opening pose.

Then the music dropped. The bass hit low and heavy, pulsing through the room.

The second the beat kicked in, the dancers moved.

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