Each of Randy's interactions with Emilia were, of course, reported back to Mr. White's secretary, who in turn conveyed them word for word to the man in charge.
Of course, the level of detail in these reports wasn't that great. For example, having a conversation with Emilia was just reported as such, and the actual contents of the conversation were generally skipped by the boy entirely.
This wasn't just out of laziness, but as a basic courtesy to Emilia. After all, did his future wife not even deserve this level of privacy? Whatever she talked about with him was best kept between the two of them only.
Or so the boy thought.
But to Mr. White, this just made all his reports look 'suspicious'.
'Had a talk with Emilia today for twenty minutes', and 'took a walk with her' were still fine and dandy, but what was with 'studied in her room, one hour'?!
Mr. White couldn't help but slam his fist on the table. "Who allowed the little brat to enter my daughter's room?!"
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Although Samantha was well aware of Emilia's plans, she couldn't help but feel a little disgusted with the boy in her heart.
He might only be a 'victim' in this case, but his position really was too enviable!
Of course, Samantha was the one who will be getting the most envious position of all in the end, and she couldn't help but look forward to it.
This was why she had even agreed, after all.
A groan of pain ca from the boy who was following her to her office while barely managing to drag the heavy trolley full of docunts with one hand. "Ugh, Miss Samantha, is this really necessary?"
All thoughts of calling her 'sister-in-law' had long since left his mind after their first eting that day, because this was clearly a devil incarnate! Attracting her fury was even worse than getting into the sight of Mr. Jefferson!
She didn't even have any rcy on him despite his broken arm!
The boy couldn't help but feel aggrieved. 'Did I do sothing to offend her?'
Of course, Samantha just ignored him as she entered her office and took a seat before pointing at the spare desk she already had Noelle set up. "Get all those docunts up there, and feed them into the computer over there."
Randy stared at her blankly for a while before pointing at the huge pile of thick folders in his trolley. "Eh? These?"
Samantha nodded, looking as serious as she could be. "Yep."
Randy couldn't help but gulp. There's no way it was what he was thinking it was, right? "I have to feed them into the computer? What part?"
But all his hopes were shattered as the 'boss lady' smiled at him 'gently'. "All parts, of course. I'm sure you can do it, right? Don't tell my sister's 'future husband' can't even do this much?"
The boy almost felt his vision darken at the thought of going through the brain-dead task of just typing in the hundreds of thousands of lines that were surely in there. "B-But…"
Samantha pretended to 'get busy' as she waved him off. "Don't worry, you don't have to do it all today, take your ti. But don't bother before you're done."
Randy wanted to scream how this would be so much easier if they just used an OCR. But thinking about how none of these files were handwritten, they surely had digital records anyway. This was surely another 'test' from this unreasonable sister-in-law of his!
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anwhile, as the 'interaction' between Emilia and Randy increased while the exams drew closer, Crystal found herself unable to focus on the 'important matters' more and more.
Even the ever persistent scumbag ex-fiancé of Emilia's didn't bother her so much now. Instead, she had started to find herself hating this 'Randy' guy more and more. This hatred had already settled down to the bottom of her heart, and ca from deep in her bones.
She knew that it was unreasonable and absurd, after all, the boy hadn't done anything bad. He was just doing what she was too cowardly to do herself. Chasing after his dreams.
Crystal just couldn't believe that he was so successful. But when she really thought about it, it made sense.
No matter how otherworldly and unobtainable a crush may seem to soone, it was unlikely for them to forever remain single, right?
It was far more likely that this over-idolization would just lead to the one who had been crushing on them to actually have the least chance of 'success'.
Crystal realized thus, that it was no wonder that she had failed so miserably.
After all, Randy's current condition wasn't much better than her own. They both ca from middle class families, and they were both directly or indirectly under Emilia's protection.
The heroine sighed once again as she focused on the subject at hand. "Do you really understand?"
As this was one of the most complex concepts in this exam, Crystal couldn't help but question her 'friend' again.
Emilia nodded happily. "Yep, Randy already went through this one to earlier, and your earlier explanation of the passage was perfect, too. It's pretty clear already."
Of course, even without either of the two, Emilia was more than confident enough to understand this on her own. After all, except for science and maths, she had actually been far more proficient in most things than these 'children'.
Not to ntion her social and communication skills, her ability to learn things quickly was one of her strongest points, and was one of the main reasons she had gained so much fa so quickly in her past life. Though her being a princess certainly helped, it would have been the sa even if she hadn't been one.
But Crystal's mind was still stuck on the fact that 'Randy' had been the one to teach Emilia, once again, before her. 'What's so great about that pig, anyway?!'
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