Chapter 107
Sophia Lowell lurked beneath the tree shadows, her gaze venomously locked onto Evelyn Laurent in the distance.
Her fingers instinctively brushed against her still-swollen cheek, a flash of malice flickering in her eyes.
That bitch must be expelled from Harvard University.
What disturbed her more was the unmistakable look Evelyn had given Ethan Sullivan during their last encounter in the office.
She'd combed through every forum post until they were memorized.
Evelyn was Professor Benjamin Klein's prized protégé, Ethan's junior in their academic lineage.
So what?
Sophia dug her nails deep into her palms until crescent marks formed.
She refused to believe Ethan would ever fancy some country bumpkin from the sticks.
At the university gates, Evelyn glanced around impatiently.
Weren't they supposed to meet at the south entrance?
The black Maybach glided to a smooth stop beside her.
The tinted window lowered, revealing Ethan's sharply defined profile.
"Get in."
His deep voice carried an edge of command that brooked no refusal.
As Evelyn pulled open the car door, a faint gasp echoed from afar.
Sophia stood frozen, trembling violently.
She recognized that car!
Ethan had claimed urgent business earlier—yet here he was, personally fetching Evelyn?
Impossible!
Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the pendant at her throat.
When had Evelyn climbed into the Sullivan family's orbit?
Could those rumors about her being...?
"No!" Sophia shook her head violently. "She's just white trash!"
With shaking hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed.
"Dean Evans? It's Sophia..."
A twisted smile spread across her face as she ended the call.
Evelyn Laurent, this time I'll bury you for good.
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The car interior carried a faint trace of ambergris.
Evelyn watched the blurring cityscape through the window. "What's this about?"
Ethan's grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel.
"Dinner first."
He took her to an exclusive Chef's Table tucked away from public view.
Red plum blossoms peeked over the gray brick walls.