The sky was already bright when Giselle finally arrived at campus. She got out of the taxi with quick steps, her backpack slung casually over her shoulder. The time was ten past nine. She still had time to get to class, she thought. But her steps halted when she saw a luxurious black car parked not far from the main entrance of the faculty building.

From inside the car emerged someone she recognized—Dirly.

Giselle narrowed her eyes. The man looked sharp, dressed in a suit, with his usual smug smile. But what was more surprising was the woman holding his arm—Aura. The young, beautiful lecturer.

Giselle stood stiffly in front...