Chapter 93 Veiled Sentiments and Unspoken Tensions.
“Isn’t she stunning? Does she have a partner?”
“It’s wiser to stay silent if you lack meaningful input.”
Harris Group.
Sam’s assignment was to deliver documents to George.
After George completed the paperwork, he unexpectedly asked. “Today marks freshman registration at Taragon University. Do we have any younger family members considering attending?”
“Hmm?” Sam was utterly baffled by the query.
Persisting, George questioned, “No distant relatives either?”
Sam, now more confused, responded, “None whatsoever.”
After that, his uncle said nothing more, simply passing over the signed documents.
Exiting his uncle’s office in a daze, Sam tightly held onto the papers.
“Is my uncle feeling sentimental, maybe wanting to see a young one off to school?” Sam wondered silently.
Was his uncle genuinely arranging for a child’s education, or did he secretly yearn to attend Taragon University himself? Sam couldn’t shake the suspicion that his uncle had behaved strangely since returning from Melfrey.
Meanwhile, Logan found himself unable to lend a hand with Isabelle’s luggage after all.
Thanks for trying earlier, Logan attempted to start a conversation.
“It’s no biggie,” Isabelle replied nonchalantly.
“I’m Logan, part of the student council, a junior. If you ever need anything, feel free to reach out,” Logan offered.
At that moment, a male voice called out, “Logan.
Logan turned to see his brother James approaching, accompanied by the “new math prodigy” Layla.
“James, Logan greeted.
James approached and announced, “Grandfather has invited us for dinner tonight.”
“Alright,” Logan replied.
As a courtesy, Logan introduced Isabelle. This is my brother James.”
The name sparked recognition in Isabelle’s mind, remembering Ethan’s admiration for that math genius.
James glanced at Isabelle and nodded coolly in greeting.
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Chapter 93 Veiled Sentiments and Unspoken Tensions
James was renowned for his distant and introverted demeanor, fixated solely on mathematics. Over the years, Layla was the only girl to break through to him,
Logan was concerned that Isabelle might take offense. Still, to his surprise, she appeared even more reserved than his brother, disregarding his greeting.
Instead, her gaze shifted to Layla approaching.
“Logan.” Layla strolled over and positioned herself beside James, greeting Logan with a wave.
“Uh,” Logan responded in a neutral tone, inexplicably feeling a lack of warmth toward Layla, detecting a hint of insincerity in her demeanor.
Several days back, a cat had brushed against her shoe at school, prompting her to hastily kick it away. Logan had observed the incident from above and was surprised by Layla’s abrupt response.
She seemed utterly transformed from the kind and empathetic person he had always known.
Watching his friend William grow closer to Layla and discerning her true motives, Logan felt apprehensive, dreading his friend’s potential entanglement with this deceitful individual.
“And who might you be?” Layla then directed her attention to Isabelle, and upon seeing Isabelle’s face distinctly, Layla was taken aback.
The day before, her mother Eleanor had sent her a photo of a girl taken secretly in their home.
She had questioned her mother about the girl, finding her incredibly beautiful.
Upon learning it was the transformed Isabelle, Layla had refused to believe it.
Her mother had secretly snapped a photo of Isabelle. She handed it to her, warning her to be cautious about changing so drastically to avoid any misunderstandings that might unveil the math riddle.
Since then, Layla had been unable to calm her nerves.
Fixating on the photo of Isabelle on her phone, jealousy consumed her, her eyes reddening.
Encountering her on the first day of school was unexpected.
And Isabelle, in person, surpassed the beauty captured in the photo.
Layla felt a surge of agitation, her expression tensing as she stared at Isabelle, almost grinding her teeth.
“This is Isabelle, a newcomer from Norward City, like yourself, Logan paused, then added, “She even shares your surname.”
“Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling under the weather?” James inquired of Layla
Layla suddenly returned to reality, swiftly rearranging her features into a gentle and composed expression as she softly replied, “N–no, I’m alright.”
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