The senior gave Maeve a once–over.
Maeve looked to be barely 20 years old. She didn’t seem anywhere near the usual age that postgraduate students were. It usually took students three to five years to pass Amenam University’s postgraduate entrance exam. He simply couldn’t associate Maeve with the other older, weathered female postgraduate students.
“Building 2 is right there, isn’t it? Thanks for the help.” Maeve smiled at the senior and turned, walking into Building 2
Clara had been living in the campus dormitories for the past few days. Sergio hadn’t reached out to her at all, not even in the form of a phone call. Both Jenny and Tiffany could tell that something was wrong
Jenny couldn’t help but ask, “Clara, what happened to that boyfriend of yours? Why hasn’t he been contacting you recently?”
“Yeah! You guys didn’t break up because of that woman, right?” Tiffany asked.
Clara managed to squeeze out a smile and said, “He’s just overseas for work. Don’t worry so much.”
“Holy cow! Isn’t this the girl you guys said had the hots for Clara’s boyfriend?” One of their roommates suddenly showed them a picture on her phone.
Someone had posted Maeve on the school’s confession page. It was a picture of her side profile, and even though it was a bit blurry, anyone could tell
that it was Maeve
“What the hell? What is she doing here again?” Jenny said in annoyance. “How desperate. She’s probably here to mess with Clara.”
Clara’s heart was beating up a storm in her chest.
It was orientation day for all the new students. What was Maeve doing there?
Could she have gotten into Amenam University’s postgraduate program? Impossible!
That exam had been extremely difficult. How could Maeve, as a socialite who never studied anything to do with finance, actually pass the exam? “She really might! I read the post. It said that she went to Building 2 to register. She seems to be one of the new postgraduate students taking finance. I don’t know where she comes from, but since she’s pretty, a ton of guys have already confessed to her through the confession page and are asking for her
number.”
“What a whore!” Jenny hated women like that
Tiffany couldn’t help but cluck her tongue. “Did she actually pass the exam, or did she get in through another way? She didn’t do anything else to get in, right
“Don’t you know? Our school has a secret set of ways to get in. Someone who looks like that probably used one of those secret ways, if you get what i
Tiffany couldn’t care less about Maeve either.
A pretty woman like Maeve could have gone anywhere. Why was she studying finance at Amenan University?