Professor Zizka’s favored student. She’s changed. We only stay connected hoping she can help the


    Bryant Group secure the White Cloud


    Airport project!”


    Hearing this, Liza gasped. “Is that true?”


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    Marina nodded confidently. Knowing that Liza wasn’t up-to-date with online news, Marina added,


    “Grandma, Loraine has been used of giarism, which has put her at odds with Professor Zizka.


    He even publicly refused to develop the White Cloud Airport with Loraine, preferring to work with the


    Bryant Group instead.”


    Liza pondered, weighing the potential gains and losses.


    If the Bryant Group could take over this big project alone…


    Noticing Liza’s contemtion, Laura added quickly, “Yes, mom, our contact with Keely was solely to


    rectify our errors…”


    Before Laura could finish, Marco interjected with a cold reproach,


    “Fool, Keely is a giarist. If she hadn’t stolen Loraine’s design, do you think Professor Zizka would’ve


    favored her? Have you forgotten her previous blunder concerning the renovation of the old house?”


    His harsh words left Laura and Marina dumbstruck.


    Frowning, Liza queried, “What’s this about giarism between Loraine and Keely?”


    Without further ado, Marco shared the video of the recent press conference with Liza.


    Seeing the video, Liza’s expression hardened. She cast a frosty nce at Laura and Marina. Sensing


    their impending reckoning, Marco decided to leave.


    On departing the Bryants’ house, Marco messaged Carl, “How can anyone be oblivious to the fact that


    Keely giarized Loraine’s design? Tell public rtions to spread the news. I won’t let Loraine be


    unjustly used again!”


    Simultaneously, a figure dashed from the elite residential enve, the domain of the Bryant family.


    Frantically gging down a passing car, the figure climbed in.


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    After rattling off an address to the driver, Keely finally allowed herself a moment to exhale, her gaze


    catching her reflection in the rearview mirror.


    Her hair was tousled, herplexion ashen. She bore an uncanny resemnce to a specter.


    The disturbing news she had just heard kept her heart pounding in her chest, refusing to settle.


    Before long, the taxi pulled into a housingplex. Only after the driver nudged her twice did Keely


    snap back to reality. She paid the fare and stumbled out of the vehicle in a daze.


    As she entered her home, bathed in a soothing yellow Light, she felt a hint of rxation. But that


    respite was short-lived as a shrill voice pierced the tranquility.


    “Keely, what’s happening online? Didn’t you promise everything would go smoothly? Why has public


    sentiment turned?”


    Jane Powell’s approach was a harbinger of an impending headache for


    Keely. She responded, “Aunt Jane, please don’t question me now. I will figure out a solution…”