Chapter 305
“Kara, where are you off to?”
The folks in the class were itching for a bit more gossip about Kieran. But Kara was already hot on Ronan’s heels, stepping out of the
classroom
“Professor Beckett Kars called out to Ronan, cheeks afame.
Ronan halted in his tracks, as expected.
“What’s up?” His demeanor was indifferent, edged with a hint of aloofness.
Biting her lip, Kara started, “About what we chatted during the break, actually.”
She couldn’t bring herself to finish.
his has nothing to do with me.” Ronan’s tone was indifferent, uninterested in whatever they had discussed.
Sturmed by his lack of concern, Kara paused. When she snapped back to reality, Ronan was already far gone.
‘Isn’t Ronan supposed to be backing Freya? But he’s Ignoring me completely‘ A smile Kara herself didn’t notice spread across her face. ‘It seems luck’s on my side.‘
With graduation exams around the corner, a high society girl like Freya, having been out of school for so long, was bound to fail. And once Freya got kicked out, no one would remember the lies Kara had spun.
Meanwhile, Freya stared blankly at the desk before her at the Tyler Mansion.
“Like it?” Neil approached, boasting, “This masterpiece was for you by Hans on Preston’s order. Check out the craftsmanship. Feel the texture. It’s top–notch.”
Freya walked over and ran her fingers across the desk surface. It was, indeed, exquisite mahogany. She hadn’t expected Preston to prepare such a unique gift for her.
“This was a last–minute arrangement?” Freya looked toward Preston, standing by the door.
A desk of such caliber was rare in the marketplace, almost heirloom quality.
“Yeah.” Preston’s expression remained neutral.
“Practice well. If you don’t pass the exam in a week, I’ll chop up this desk for firewood.”
Freya’s lips twitched.
Only Preston would think of using mahogany for firewood.
“Don’t worry. I’m fully confident.” Freya sat down, filled with assurance.
Even the chair’s craftsmanship was flawless. Preston went all out.
Right then, Freya’s phone rang.
Seeing it was Luna calling, she answered immediately. “Luna, what’s up?”
Usually, Luna would text. Freya feared the worst.
All she heard was Luna’s anxious voice on the line. “Kara will be Mrs. Sutton of the Sutton family. Do you have any clue about this?”
