Chapter 947
And then, arranging for them to ‘study abroad p>
It was highly likely those students were already dead.
The Doyle family was really playing a dangerous game.
No wonder they had skyrocketed to the top so quickly with the backing of some foreign capital, solidifying their place among Vaelion City’s elite.
Bianca even acted as though the Doyles were destined to crush the Lancaster family.
This family was nearing its expiration date.
“Stop taking the pills immediately,” Serena said, standing up and grabbing her canvas bag. “Bring whatever you have left to me tomorrow. I’ll analyze the compounds p>
Lydia nodded vehemently.
Seeing that Serena was about to leave p>
She quickly added, “Serena, w-what about the competition p>
“You have the registration form. Write my name down and submit it,” Serena said, stifling a yawn. She needed to get home and have Black Jack dig into the Doyle family’s dirty laundry.
“O-okay.” For some reason, Lydia felt like Serena didn’t care about the Vanguard Challenge at all.
It was as if p>
The victory was already in her pocket.
Absolute certainty.
Remembering something, Lydia chased after her, asking softly, “Serena, the rules say each school can send a maximum of twenty-five people. Right now, our school only has twenty. We only have three people on our team. I-I was wondering if I could invite two friends p>
She glanced nervously at Serena’s expression and rushed to explain, “Don’t worry, they’re incredibly capable! They aren’t in the Vanguard Honors Program, but that’s… that’s only because they both mysteriously got severe food poisoning on the day of the entrance exams p>
“I promise you, they are more than qualified to be here p>
Serena nodded casually. “Whatever you decide is fine p>
With that, she walked out of the classroom.
But right at the doorway, she paused and glanced back over her shoulder.
Her beautiful, icy face betrayed zero emotion.
Yet the words that left her lips were wildly arrogant.
“Don’t worry about the competition p>
“Since you’ve chosen to be on my team, no one gets to lay a finger on you p>
Lydia stared blankly at Serena’s retreating figure.
Coming from her, those arrogant, dominating words p>
Filled her with an inexplicable, overwhelming strength.
Clutching the registration form, she watched until Serena completely vanished from sight.
She stared. And stared.
Until her eyes stung and turned red.
Then, she walked back to her desk, uncapped her pen, and carefully wrote Serena’s name on the form.
Outside the campus gates, the scene was chaotic.
A flashy,
was pastom-red Rolls-Royce
was parked directly in front of Marington College, blocking ball the entrance.
Two rows of men in black suits stood at attention by the car.
The sheer display of wealth was intimidating.
Passing students cast sideways glances, their eyes catching the
massive bouquet of gaudy re
resting on the hood.
Whispers broke out through the crowd.
“Oh my god, which billionaire heir is that? Isn’t that a little too showy p>
“I think that’s Sebastian Doyle, the eldest son of the Doyle family. He just got back from abroad p>
“Is he here to pick up his girlfriend? This setup… is insane p>
“Sebastian Doyle? Wait, which one p>
Necks craned to get a better look.
And then they saw a man stepping out of the Rolls-Royce. He was dressed in a pristine white suit, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, radiating a gentle, elegant aura.