Page 227 of A University of Betrayal

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Christopher Tyng

The weekend had been more than nerve-wracking. Nash had tried to talk to me a few times since the incident at the restaurant, but it wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be. Did he seriously think he could just knock on my door and apologize for this drama? He should be grateful that I hadn’t told father about the matter with Mikhail.

But I also had no idea who had told my uncle, because he had come to see me in a good mood and tried to cheer me up, although his words had been more like a speech on love.

He wasn’t my father, and so I had rejected him too, perhaps a little too harshly.

And Tania?God, her dress and the jewelry I had tried to find downtown... I still hadn’t been able to confess it to her, simply because I didn’t want to upset her.

In other words, my home had turned into a tension zone overnight, and I was glad to finally be back on campus. So far, I hadn’t encountered an annoying Quatura that I could have shredded in the air to release stress.

Energized and ready to focus completely on my studies this week – as far as the waxing moon allowed, of course – I strode through theFaculty of Law.

As I hurriedly entered the lecture hall where my fellow students were already sitting, I snorted in annoyance. I was too late. The lecture had already started.

“Also, I want you to know that the internships at the law firm are not scheduled for the beginning of December, but for next semester, because I want to get a better idea of your academic performance before then.”

I sighed in frustration, as I had wanted to gain an insight into the practice as soon as possible, had even already submitted my application and just hoped that the professor would consider me worthy.

Right at that moment, the blonde woman, who must have been in her 50s, looked at me.

“You’re too late, Miss Copeland,” she sighed.

I actually really liked her for her objective yet friendly manner. So it bothered me all the more to be late for her lecture.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled ashamedly and looked around the crowded lecture hall for a seat, skillfully ignoring the staring students.

Thankfully, Mrs. Hudgington just nodded and continued with the topic of the lecture.

“As mentioned earlier, today we’ll be dealing with another round of legal gray areas within Canada as well as in the U.S., so you have a reference.”

My eyes continued to wander around the hall.

“Tss. Tss. Tss.”

I looked to the side, right next to me.

My eyes automatically narrowed as I caught sight of none other thanMiles DeLoughrey,his legs stretched out and his feet crossed under the table, both hands in the pockets of his black suit trousers. With his eyebrows raised, he looked up and down at me.

“Would you please sit next to Mr. DeLoughrey, Miss Copeland?” Mrs. Hudgington suddenly said, and my mood immediately changed from energetic to annoyed.

Some of my fellow students laughed, including Vivienna, who – of course – also had to study law – how could it be otherwise? I wished that bitch would be put next to my brother in Economics.

“A little faster, please,” said my actual favorite professor and I wondered if she deserved a downgrade or an upgrade because the rest of the teaching staff treated me way too well because of my family connection with the director.

Again, a few laughed, and the smirk on Miles’ face made my blood boil.

Against my will, I approached the free outside seat and settled down.

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Christopher Tyng

“The usually punctual Emely Copeland is late. That I would live to see that,” he whispered with amusement and made no move to take his stuff from my folding table, so I pushed it over to him and gave him a punishing look.

“At least I have a life, and I’m not always hanging around the lecture halls an hour beforehand.”

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