Chapter 38

The sunlight was bright at the entrance of Harvard University.

Evelyn Laurent had just stepped out of a taxi when she heard Brandon Lowell's grating voice.

Her brows furrowed as her icy gaze swept toward the sound.

Fate had a cruel sense of humor.

Vincent Lowell curled his lips into a sneer upon seeing her arrive by cab. Margaret Hill rushed forward with mocking sweetness. "Well, if it isn't Evelyn Laurent, the girl who landed herself a sugar daddy. Still taking taxis?"

"Did your benefactor dump you?" She dramatically covered her mouth. "Country girls will always be country girls. Even in designer clothes, they'll never fit in."

Brandon sidled up, his face twisted in disdain. "Look at how she's dressed. Trying to seduce another rich heir?"

Evelyn uttered a single word through clenched teeth. "Leave."

She had no patience for these fools.

"Disgraceful!" Vincent barked. "You didn't even take the college entrance exams. What right do you have to be at Harvard?"

A crowd began to gather around them.

Evelyn flexed her wrist, knuckles cracking ominously. "Seems I didn't hit you hard enough last time."

Sophia Lowell suddenly stepped forward with righteous indignation. "Evelyn! This is Harvard, not some back alley for you to brawl in!"

"My sister is a Harvard freshman," Brandon boasted. "Know your place and get lost!"

Whispers rippled through the onlookers.

"Kids these days..."

"Pretty face, but always looking for shortcuts..."

"I heard she didn't even take the exams..."

The murmurs grew louder.

Sophia lifted her chin, looking down her nose. "Evelyn, I suggest you learn some humility."

She raised her voice deliberately. "Harvard isn't for people like you."

A sudden commotion erupted at the back of the crowd.

A black Maybach glided to a stop before the university gates.