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A few days later, the campus was lively that afternoon. Students were walking back and forth across the courtyard — some busy with assignments, others relaxing in the small garden near the main building.

Giselle had just come out of the administration office with several documents in her hands. She looked calm, wearing a light blue blouse and black trousers, her hair tied neatly in a simple ponytail.

She had only taken a few steps when the sound of heels striking the floor echoed behind her.

“Giselle.”

Giselle stopped and turned around, her eyes narrowing. At the entrance stood Qiara, wearing an expensive cream-colored dress and oversized sunglasses that...