The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1411

Quinn Quincy was much more sensible than her grandmother. She knew perfectly well that even though Yolande was a Churchill, her status in the family paled in comparison to their cousin, Claire.

After all, Claire was Melissa's daughter.

Melissa had been the absolute pinnacle of the Churchill women.

Compared to Melissa, Quinn's own grandmother was nobody.

She even suspected her grandmother harbored a deep-seated jealousy toward her late niece.

Back in the day, Pandora hadn't been particularly favored, while Melissa reigned as the undisputed Flower of Cabinda.

Everyone in Cabinda knew Melissa was the apple of Padgett's eye.

"Did you hear about the math and medical departments fighting over me?" Claire asked with a smile.

Quinn nodded. "How could I not?"

The genius both departments were desperate to recruit hadn't exactly kept a low profile. Making that guy apologize in the campus cafeteria had made her famous overnight.

Quinn had heard plenty of rumors—people said the new genius was arrogant and didn't give a damn about the upperclassmen's egos.

Forcing an apology on a megaphone loop hadn't just humiliated the guy; it had cost him his spot on the student council.

The gossip had spread like wildfire.

But Quinn truly admired her cousin.

In her eyes, Claire's bold personality meant she wouldn't be easily pushed around.

College was a mini-society; if you weren't tough, you'd get walked all over.

Quinn had family backing, so she was safe, but one of her roommates had been bullied.

The poor girl had been wronged but was too terrified to speak up.

The counselor hadn't wanted it handled publicly and forced them to settle it privately.

The bullies gave a fake apology and then spread vicious rumors behind her back.

That classmate nearly had a complete breakdown.

Hearing their chatter, Pandora offered a few backhanded compliments.

"Given your intellect, Pandora, I bet you could enroll in senior classes right now and finally give math a try."

Pandora wasn't an idiot; she heard the mocking undertone loud and clear.

Her expression darkened, and she was just about to complain to Padgett when Ophelia walked over.

"What are you doing over here, Pandora?"

"There's no point chatting with the kids. We set up a table for a game of Bridge. Come play a few rounds with us."

Pandora's attention was instantly hooked by the mention of Bridge.

Back at the Quincy estate, she had to maintain a dignified facade, which meant she rarely got to play.

But here, in her maiden home, what was the harm in a few rounds with the younger generation?

Seeing Pandora's eager expression, Claire instantly forgave the woman's earlier nagging.

Her great-aunt might have thought herself clever, but she was wonderfully easy to distract.