Chapter 39
Author: Snowpinch
last update2026-03-10 23:17:12

Chapter Thirty-Nine

The whisper of five million dollars had turned the university into a pressure cooker. By the time the afternoon sun hit the central courtyard, the story had mutated. To the students, Adrian wasn't a genius; he was a fraud who had somehow cast a spell over Marcus Vale.

Julian Vale stood on the steps of the Humanities Hall, surrounded by a crowd of elite students who lived off their parents' credit cards. His face was a mask of cold, jagged envy.

"Don't be fooled by a number!"
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