The sudden hatred that burst forth in Claire Wentworth's eyes made Jasper Kingston raise his eyebrows.
"Understood. These properties, along with all the derivatives, will be returned to you intact."
The hatred in Claire Wentworth's eyes gradually dissipated.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Jasper Kingston's eyes landed on her unobtrusively. A strange feeling of pity welled up in his heart. He was eager to know what she had experienced before and also had an impulse to protect her at all costs.
It was really strange. Jasper Kingston shook his head, trying to shake those inexplicable thoughts out of his mind.
...
After breakfast, Jocelyn ran in cheerfully. "Young mistress, the car is ready."
"Ah?" Claire Wentworth was taken aback.
"Didn't you say you're going to report to Suncrest University today?"
Claire Wentworth immediately smiled. "Young Master Montfort arranged this so quickly? I thought it would take a few days."
"If you want to go a few days later, that's also fine," Alexandre Montfort said, in a particularly good mood.
"No, no, I'll go today. I'll leave right now."
At Suncrest University, apart from her mentor, Gaston Leroux, there were also Victoire Wentworth and her group.
When Jocelyn drove the car to the fork leading from the Montfort family villa to the main road, a Mercedes - Benz suddenly turned out and blocked their way.
Lucas Moreau got out of the car, his face full of anger.
"Claire Wentworth, get out of the car. I have something to talk to you about."
Claire Wentworth leaned back against the car seat, her eyes cold. "I have nothing to say to you. Jocelyn, drive."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jocelyn immediately turned the steering wheel. The red sports car narrowly passed by Lucas Moreau's Mercedes - Benz.
Lucas Moreau was furious but had to quickly get back into the car and chase after her.
After thinking all night, he realized that the key to solving the Moreau family's troubles at the moment was to deal with Claire Wentworth.
He chased all the way to the gate of Suncrest University. Watching Claire Wentworth's car drive smoothly into the campus, Lucas Moreau was about to follow in but almost hit the retractable gate.
"Hey, this is a school. Who allowed you to rush in like this?" the school guard shouted angrily.
Lucas Moreau pointed at Claire Wentworth's car in front. "Why can she enter?"
The school guard glanced at him impatiently. "Her car is registered with the school. If you have the ability, go register yours too!"
Lucas Moreau frowned. Could Claire Wentworth's car enter and exit Suncrest University at will? She wasn't a student here. What was she doing at the school? Lucas Moreau's heart sank, and he quickly took out his phone to call Victoire Wentworth.
"Are you at school?"
"Yes. Lucas, what's wrong?" Victoire Wentworth asked.
"Claire Wentworth has entered Suncrest University. Victoire, be careful."
After hanging up the phone, Victoire Wentworth frowned. What was Claire Wentworth doing at the school?
...
Claire Wentworth took the transfer notice given to her by Alexandre Montfort and found the school principal. She expressed her desire to study under Professor Gaston Leroux.
The principal, who had been smiling just now, frowned in distress.
"Student Claire Wentworth, it's not easy to become a doctoral student under Professor Gaston Leroux. Even as the principal, I can't interfere."
Claire Wentworth was stunned. A doctorate? She didn't even have an undergraduate diploma yet.
The principal continued, "However, I think you might be able to join Professor Gaston Leroux's team through your own efforts."
"May I ask, principal, apart from taking the doctoral entrance exam, is there any other way to join Professor Gaston Leroux's team?" Claire Wentworth asked.
"Of course. You have to be outstanding enough for him to offer you an exceptional admission. For example, publishing papers in well - known domestic and international medical journals will be a bonus for you."
Claire Wentworth silently made a note of it.
The principal smiled. "Student Claire Wentworth, actually, in our medical department, Professor Gaston Leroux isn't the only outstanding professor. Other professors are also excellent. If you're willing to join another professor's team, I can..."
"Thank you for your kindness, principal, but I still want to join Professor Gaston Leroux's team."
The principal shook his head helplessly. "All right then. Good luck." Then he beckoned his assistant over. "Take student Claire Wentworth to the medical department to report."
In the classroom, the teacher hadn't arrived yet. The students were sitting in their seats in twos and threes. Some were reading, and some were chatting and laughing. Claire Wentworth entered the classroom and chose a seat in the middle.
As soon as she sat down, a sneer came from the side. "Claire Wentworth? Did you come to the wrong school?"
Claire Wentworth turned her head and saw a long - haired girl wearing a large mask and sunglasses. What an alternative outfit!
Seeing that Claire looked at her, the girl immediately sneered. "What are you looking at? Don't you know your own level? You actually come to the medical department of Suncrest University and even dare to come to our Class A. It's really ridiculous!"
"Do you think that just because you've found a man to rely on, you can act so arrogantly? Let me tell you, everyone in this class is here based on their real abilities. Loser, get out of here as soon as possible! Don't drag everyone down."
Claire Wentworth raised her eyebrows. The girl was so covered up, and her voice was strange. She didn't think she knew her. So she asked in confusion, "Who are you? Are you so ugly that you have to cover yourself up like this?"
The classmates beside couldn't help but lower their heads and laugh. Claire Wentworth looked at those classmates who didn't even dare to laugh out loud and silently became more vigilant.
The girl who was talking to her flew into a rage.
"Claire Wentworth, pretending to be stupid won't help you stay here. Your college entrance examination results are there. A student who was at the bottom of the class every year in high school, someone who could only get into a third - tier college in the college entrance examination. You have no right to be in our Class A."
So she knew her. Claire Wentworth continued to look confused.
"So, this faceless classmate, who on earth are you?"
"Claire Wentworth, you're still pretending? I'm asking what right you have to sit in our class?"
"Why should I talk to someone who doesn't even dare to show their face? Oh... let me think. Not showing your face must mean there's something wrong with it. And among the girls I know, the one who got slapped in the face recently... Scarlett Dupont?"
Claire Wentworth feigned exaggerated shock. "What? Your second brother beat you like this, and he still couldn't cure your habit of talking nonsense, being arrogant, and shirking responsibility?"
"Claire Wentworth!"
Scarlett Dupont was furious. "Have the guts to talk about your own affairs. Shifting the focus is no act of a hero! And you all, what are you watching? If she enters our class, it will be a disgrace to all of us!"
With Scarlett Dupont's outburst, several girls who usually had a good relationship with her started chattering.
"That's right. This Claire Wentworth is always the last in every exam, pulling down our average score. And she clings to boys shamelessly, always claiming to be someone's fiancée!"
"That's not all. I heard that to prove her charm, she went out to seduce men, trying to make the boy she likes fall for her!"
"Yes, she even got someone drunk on purpose and wanted to... I can't even continue. You can imagine the rest!"