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Chapter 210
“What is wrong with you?
They mention stocks, I bring a laptop, and you suddenly connect the dots p>
This guy’s intuition was dangerously sharp!
But Harvey was a decent guy. Mira remembered that she still owed him a favor from when he helped cover her tracks after that physical altercation.
Since he had already seen through her, she might as well repay the debt right now.
“As you guessed, I’m eyeing a premium stock. If you’re interested, wire your savings to my account.
But I’ll warn you right now if it crashes and burns, you have to accept the loss p>
“Hey, if we lose it, I’ll just write it off as a bad night at the casino p>
Harvey didn’t hesitate for a second. He pulled out his phone right then and there and wired her half a million dollars.
“So, what’s the stock p>
“Classified! What, don’t trust me p>
“It’s not about trust. Shouldn’t good things be shared with everyone p>
*Shared with everyone, my ass.* With the immense wealth of the Rivers family, if they found out, they’d aggressively sweep the market and leave nothing but scraps for the rest of them.
“Fine, keep your secrets.
Mira, I have a question. Not sure if I should ask it p>
“Then don’t p>
“Why don’t you be my fiancée p>
Mira’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about? Absolutely not. I’m not dating in high school.
Hurry up and get out of here. Elara will be back any second p>
If he sat there whispering to her much longer, the entire class would start gossiping.
Sure enough, when Mira glanced over her shoulder, she saw Wesley Scott glaring in their direction.
Mira brushed it off, chased Harvey back to his desk, and buried her attention in her textbooks. She had a lot of work to do.
After that, Mr. Harth delivered a passionate and engaging lecture. Not only was his analysis profound, but he also seamlessly wove in fascinating historical anecdotes.
Listening to him teach was more thrilling than watching a blockbuster movie; it was a true literary experience.
Even the worst slackers in the class were glued to his every word.
He had been teaching for less than two months, and the class average in literature had already skyrocketed by ten points.
When the bell rang, the students groaned, wishing the class would continue.
“Mira, you’re excused from morning assembly. Come to my office and help me organize the review materials p>
Celine, Liora, and Harvey-the only ones who knew the real reason— simultaneously shot glances at Mira.
They were completely baffled by how she had convinced a teacher to act as her accomplice.
“Understood, Mr. Harth p>
The rest of the class didn’t suspect a thing; it was perfectly normal for the class president to assist the teacher.
Mira swiftly packed her bag, grabbed her laptop case, and trailed right behind Mr. Harth as he exited the room.
“Mira p>
The second she stepped into the hallway, Liora chased after her.
“How on earth did you convince Mr. Harth to do that p>
Mira scanned the hallway. The coast was clear.
“Keep your voice down! ‘Convince Mr. Harth?’ Are you trying to broadcast this to the entire school?
And by the way, you two were whispering so loudly someone actually interrogated me about it. Did you know that?
I’m going to his office strictly to organize review materials. As for my other business, I’ll have to find a way to make time p>
Because they were so close, Mira didn’t hold back her scolding, knowing Liora wouldn’t take offense.
Seriously, she had explicitly warned them last night to keep this highly classified, yet they were gossiping the open without even checking their surroundings.
Liora meant well, but she simply couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.
If Mira told her that Harvey was the one who overheard them, Liora would march right over and confront him.
One argument later, and the whole school would know, causing a massive headache.
Mira was just a high schooler-and a
singer on the side. Suddenly becoming a stock market prodigy
with insider-level precision was highly suspicious.
More importantly, it would ruin Mr. Harth’s career if people thought he
bet
was compromising his integrity for student’s personal gain.