In the blink of an eye, the holiday ended, and on the day school started, students returned to the campus one after another.
In The Defiance Society’s eting room, the mbers sat side by side in silence, an extre quietness, and a chill perated the air.
Seraphina Redgrave sat in the center, her almond-shaped eyes quickly scanning the people present. Everyone had changed visibly, except for Ronan Yates, who still wore that indifferent look.
Rory, Jas Lynch, and the others had undergone earth-shattering changes, both in their appearance and deanor. Dressed in suits, their talents exuded from within.
The lack of confidence between their brows had diminished, and the humility of the past had been completely replaced.
Beatrice Fawcett’s transformation was the most significant. She skyrocketed to fa overnight thanks to a minor role, now flooded with advertisents and scripts, with a dedicated styling team making her appear radiant and captivating.
However, at this mont, everyone coincidentally wore unhappy expressions.
"Seraphina, it’s been two months since the holiday started, and you haven’t attended a single gathering. You always say you’re busy."
Beatrice Fawcett spoke with grievance.
After her sudden rise to fa, the first person she thought of was Seraphina, eager to share with her, only to receive a reply: The entertainnt industry is a big dyeing vat, rember to keep your eyes open and not lose yourself.
"That ans you’re doing well. If you weren’t, I’d have co out to teach you by now."
Seraphina replied calmly.
"Can’t you just co out and chat with us? It’s always without Seraphina." Rory’s tone was not consistent with his mature attire.
The Defiance Society started at this school, and countless people’s ridicule attacked them, yet it didn’t shake their determination in the slightest.
Growing to this day, people outside saw them as glamorous, but the hardships were only understood among them. It felt like leveling up in a ga, yet Seraphina, who led them to grow, was always absent from gatherings.
Looking at their resentful faces, Seraphina rembered that she had indeed been busy at The Law Council recently, striving to climb upwards, too busy to take care of them.
Now, she felt like she was taking care of a group of kids, and Seraphina amused herself with the thought.
"Alright, there’s no point in dwelling on the holiday now. I’ll make it up to you today." Seraphina gathered her smile, speaking earnestly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Seraphina clapped her hands twice, and the eting room door opposite opened in response.
Everyone was astonished to see that the hall outside had completely transford.
An elegant dining table covered with a silk tablecloth replaced the coffee table and sofas that were originally there.
The table was adorned with a dazzling array of delicious dishes, with clusters of fresh flowers for decoration, incredibly beautiful.
"Oh my God..."
The group was stunned by the luxurious arrangent, all standing up and forgetting the sadness of being neglected by Seraphina for two months.
"Seraphina, you didn’t forget us after all!" Claire Ford’s face was red with excitent.
She thought that such a career-driven woman like Seraphina had long forgotten them, but surprisingly, she hadn’t. So touching!
Loving Seraphina so much!
Beatrice Fawcett was the first to walk over, deeply shocked by the food before her. She pointed to a rack of lamb, "This is made by the top chefs in Sovereign. When I earned my first pot of gold, I took my mother to try it. We ordered just three dishes, which cost nearly twenty thousand."
Now in front of her were multiple layers of dishes, all from this restaurant, outrageously luxurious, the aroma piercing straight into her nose.
What kind of grand gesture is this!
"This bottle is rum! I’ve only seen it recorded in auction catalogs on the newspaper! So valuable!"
Ronan Yates carefully held the bottle, face full of excitent, and his eyes were sparkling at Seraphina, "No wonder you ignored us these two months; the focus was on this!"
The hall of The Defiance Society was filled with a joyous atmosphere, with a painting by Seraphina Redgrave during a competition hanging in the center, perfectly complenting each other.
Underneath the painting hung photos of all The Defiance Society mbers.
They were taken on the day when they all shone brightly in their respective fields, with great aning. Just one glance showed that the person who organized the event put a lot of thought into it.
After they finished marveling, Seraphina stood up and walked into the crowd, "Are you happy now? Do you still bla ?"
"We wouldn’t bla anyone but not Seraphina! Seraphina’s a busy person with bigger things to do!"
In terms of fan culture, Rory was now Seraphina’s die-hard fan.
"Co on! Raise your glasses, I’ll pour you so wine!" Ronan Yates excitedly opened the bottle, first pouring a glass for Seraphina, exuding an eager-to-please aura.
Everyone ford a circle, and each glass was filled with wine.
Seraphina looked at the bubbling rum, smiling faintly, watching these mbers surrounding her like little children, "These past two months I indeed haven’t attended a single gathering, but I’ve been aware of everything about you. Ronan always informs of every detail, and I’m very satisfied with what you’ve done. Everything I’ve arranged today is to reward you for this ti."
"Wow!"
One by one, the youngsters’ faces blood with joy.
"Boohoo, indeed Seraphina loves us the most! I adore Seraphina to death! Co on, let’s all toast together!"
"To the big star Beatrice Fawcett!"
"To the great physicist Rory!"
"To the great architect Claire Ford!"
...
Each title was impressively grand, and the atmosphere finally beca lively.
Only Ronan Yates stood there emitting a lonely aura, looking at the glass in his hand, a knot forming between his brows.
"What’s wrong?"
Seraphina looked at him puzzled.
Ronan shifted his steps, hiding half of his body behind Rory, "Sigh, I feel undeserving. You’re all renowned and high-profile figures, and yet up to now, I’m nothing but a forger."
"What are you talking about!" Rory put his arm around Ronan’s shoulder, pulling him out, "We’re all brothers, why say such things? It ruins the camaraderie."
"Well, you see, although you are unreliable in a lot of ways, in The Defiance Society, there’s never been an issue of being unworthy," Beatrice Fawcett added.
Ronan listened to this, pulling a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
"These two months, all that Ronan has done, I’ve seen, and your successes wouldn’t have been possible without Ronan’s presence."
Seraphina finally spoke, "Beatrice Fawcett’s hit show was secured because Ronan practically ran till his legs gave out and talked non-stop, getting every big na in the production to see her audition tape, winning her this chance."
"And Rory’s previous research, you only beca able to showcase your talent after entering the institute, sotis so busy you forgot to eat, it was Ronan who applied as a temporary security guard to make sure you didn’t miss a al."
Seraphina calmly recounted the things Ronan had done over the two months.
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