Chapter 755
Before heading to the exam room, Mira reached for her thermos to take a sip of water, but paused. Someone had tampered with it.
Mira always left the lid of her thermos unscrewed by exactly one thread—a subtle, personal habit she used as a marker.
She had never told anyone about it.
But today, the lid was screwed completely tight.
Opening the thermos, she saw that the water’s color was normal and there was no strange odor. However, given her sharp instincts, she refused to drink it.
With her exam starting soon, she sealed the bottle and decided to deal with it later. During lunch, Elara Finn leaned over. “How was the test p>
“Normal performance p>
“Normal is good. There aren’t any scholarships tied to the Academic Midterm Appraisals anyway p>
Mira suddenly remembered the incident from the morning. “Elara, you should start putting a mark on your water bottle. If it ever leaves your sight, don’t drink from it p>
“Did something happen p>
“I’m pretty sure someone spiked my water p>
“What! Where p>
“In the dorm p>
“Oh my god! It had to be Jillian Lowe! Or Vanessa Voss put her up to it. Or maybe Vanessa did it herself p>
But Mira didn’t think this had Vanessa’s fingerprints on it. After sharing a dorm for half a semester, she had a good read on everyone’s personalities.
Whatever Vanessa’s motives were, she never got her own hands dirty. She was much smarter than Luna Lance.
And after the recent clashes, Jillian was too terrified to provoke Mira.
Elara’s voice had been loud, drawing stares from nearby students. “Shh, keep your voice down Mira whispered, I’ll look into it after today’s exams. Just be careful from now on p>
Elara was a regular student, so no one would typically waste effort targeting her, but
a little caution never hurt.
After finishing her afternoon exams, Mira joined Harvey and the others for their daily live-trading session.
The month-long Live-Trading Challenge hosted by the FinTech Society was nearing its end. In just few days, right after midterms wrapped up, it would be officially Över.
By now, Mira’s initial $15,000 investment had skyrocketed to over $150,000. The other members of their small faction had also multiplied their funds more than tenfold.
“Are you going to take first place this time?” Harvey asked.
“Hard to say. Some of the upperclassmen in the society are incredibly skilled. I just joined this competition to learn. Winning first place isn’t the priority p>
Mira had relied entirely on her own technical analysis this time, purposefully avoiding explosive insider stocks. Because of that, she wasn’t banking on a guaranteed win.
“Who cares about first place? The fact that we made a massive pile of cash is what actually matters,” Zachary Boone said, practically glowing with excitement.
Whether they were officially competing or not, their entire group had raked in a fortune, and there were only a few days left.
If the market took a downturn, Mira’s sharp instincts would pull them out in time anyway. They wouldn’t lose much.
Once the trades were locked in, Mira headed back. She still had to deal with the spiked thermos.
After dinner at home, Mira retreated to her study.
She hadn’t mentioned a word about the campus drama to Evelyn Bennett only telling her
grandmother that her exams wenty well, which left the older woman beaming. At her age, she didn’t need the stress.
Mira pulled up the hidden surveillance feed she had installed in her dorm.
The footage clearly showed Leah Monroe unscrewing the thermos, pouring a powder into it, and twisting the cap tightly shut—all while Mira was out using the restroom.