But Mason Shelby’s attempt to rescue was interrupted by Kyle Keaton.
"Go pack up your luggage, you’ll go to Esteria for a visit on my behalf tomorrow."
"Lord Keaton, aren’t there still many things here that need to be done?"
Mason Shelby was on the verge of tears.
Esteria, it’s not a place for people.
But Kyle didn’t even look at him as he replied, "There are people here who can replace you, now go ho and pack your bags."
Mason Shelby was on the verge of tears.
If he’d known, he wouldn’t have said anything.
But there is no dicine for regret in this world, so he could only go ho with all sorts of grievances to pack his bags and head to Esteria.
*
At the sa ti, at First University of Esteria—
The ridia Language Competition was kicking off today, with two rounds in total.
The first round is a written test, and the second round is an oral response.
Because the top ten in this competition get to directly enter the ridia Language Association, the association’s president Howard Lynch and its board mbers have co.
July Quinn was dragged to school early in the morning by Shelly Cole to prepare for the competition.
Upon hearing that people from the ridia Language Association had arrived at the school, Shelly pulled July to the school gate to have a look.
"There are so many people!"
Shelly Cole griped quietly, holding July’s hand.
Besides them, there were also quite a few people at school to see the ridia Language Association mbers.
And most of them were girls.
"July, do you know why so many people are here to greet the ridia Language Association people today?"
July Quinn didn’t respond, yawning tiredly.
She’s been so busy these past three days, just trying to squeeze out so ti to participate in today’s competition.
As for that annoying guy who had disregarded her more than once, she couldn’t care less about him.
Especially after she stole quite a bit of business from the Apothecary Hale next door recently, she’s starting to enjoy the legendary fun of "a woman focusing on her career being more satisfying than focusing on a man."
So in the past three days, she’s been so busy she’s almost forgotten the na of that annoying guy.
"Because it’s said that the president of this association is from a prestigious family in Westmarch, and he’s very handso with an imasurable future ahead. If you could stand out and catch his attention, it’d be like a Cinderella story."
Shelly Cole continued to espouse her wonderful fantasies.
Just then, the special car for the ridia Language Association’s pick-up service arrived.
The car door opened, and Howard Lynch and the board mbers got out.
Upon Howard Lynch’s arrival, almost everyone who had co to greet them couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Wow, so handso! He looks like a god straight out of an ancient painting."
"The key is he’s so young, he looks about the sa age as us."
Among the buzz of the crowd, Willow Young couldn’t help discussing with Joy Quinn.
"I feel this president and our school hottie Victor Hawthorne are completely different types, he seems so ethereal."
"It’s actually alright." Joy Quinn smiled.
"With that kind of look and aura, just alright? Joy, your standards are too high. What would a man have to look like to please your eye?"
Willow Young was still sowhat unconvinced.
But just then, Howard Lynch, who had just gotten off the car, unexpectedly walked over to Joy Quinn.
"Joy, how have you been lately?"
"Cousin, long ti no see. I’ve been quite well..."
Joy Quinn secretly noted Willow Young and the others’ shocked expressions, feeling particularly smug inside.
Indeed, she never ntioned to Willow or others that Howard Lynch was her cousin, hoping to make them envious now.
Sure enough, weren’t Willow and the other classmates now shockingly envious of her?
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