"Putting on a brave face like this is just pathetic."
Lillian's voice wasn't quiet; everyone nearby, including Seth, heard her. He remained impassive, his expression unreadable, as if Noreen's presence meant nothing to him. His focus was entirely on Bianca.
While others were gossiping about Noreen, he was asking Bianca, "Are you nervous?"
Before Bianca could answer, Lillian jumped in. "My cousin has a Ph.D. in finance. A simple master's exam is nothing for her. Of course she's not nervous."
Bianca, ever the picture of humility, corrected her. "Don't say that. Professor Joyner's program is notoriously difficult to get into."
Lillian pouted. "You're just being too modest, cousin. You've been exceptional since you were a child, always getting top marks. Your talent speaks for itself. Not everyone gets an offer from WT Business School, you know."
Even Jude chimed in, "Bianca, stop being so humble! Give the rest of us mortals a break!"
It just went to show that the most accomplished people were often the most modest. He deeply admired Bianca's quiet confidence. As for Noreen…
Jude glanced in her direction again, his expression hard to read. He hoped she wouldn't cry when she came crashing down.
"Alright, everyone, you can see me off here," Bianca said, checking her watch. "It's almost time. I'm going in. You should all get back to what you were doing. Especially you, Seth. Don't you have a lot to handle at the office? Don't wait for me. I'll come find you when I'm done."
Such an act meant one of two things: either the person was a genius who found the questions trivial, or they had given up completely.
Bianca glanced up. Seeing it was Noreen, she wasn't surprised at all. Clearly, Noreen belonged to the latter category. With a mocking smile, Bianca lowered her head and continued writing.
Noreen had just stepped out of the hall when she ran into Professor Joyner, who was making his rounds with Henry by his side. Noreen's first instinct was to turn and flee, but it was too late. "Stop right there," Halley called out.
Seeing no escape, Noreen turned back with a sheepish smile. "Professor Joyner."
Halley's face was stern as he checked his watch. "Forty minutes early. What's the matter? Couldn't answer the questions, so you just gave up?"

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