Chapter 148

Evelyn Roland leaned against the library doorframe, tapping her library card lightly.

Victoria Lowell's face turned from red to pale.

Her fingers tightened around the chain of her designer bag, nails digging into her palms.

"Have you all lost your minds?" Her voice trembled. "You'd side with some country bumpkin over me?"

Evelyn smirked. "Miss Lowell," she said softly, "who's the real joke here?"

Students raised their phones, camera flashes popping like fireflies.

The hashtag #LowellHeiressBulliesRuralStudent instantly trended.

Victoria lunged at Evelyn. "This is all your fault!"

Evelyn sidestepped smoothly. Victoria stumbled, crashing into a bookshelf.

The librarian approached with a frosty expression. "Miss Lowell, you need to leave. Now."

That afternoon, the sound of shattering porcelain echoed from the principal's office.

"Vincent Lowell!" An elderly professor slammed his hands on the desk. "Your daughter just got me written up!"

Behind the campus gates, Evelyn pulled her baseball cap lower.

She never expected her Celadon identity to leak.

Design majors had even made support banners, crowding the library entrance.

A sharp slap rang out from the corner.

"Idiot!" Vincent Lowell's veins bulged. "You've humiliated the Lowell name!"

Margaret Hill shielded her daughter. "It must be that jinx Evelyn! Ever since she left—"

"Yes!" Victoria clutched her cheek, shrieking. "She hacked the interview system!"

Evelyn nearly laughed aloud.

Just then, the butler arrived hurriedly. "Miss, the chairman has been waiting."

The Lowells turned in unison.

Margaret's finger stabbed toward Evelyn's face. "You little witch! I knew it was you!"

The butler stepped forward, his tailored cuff revealing a bespoke wristwatch.

"Mrs. Lowell," he inclined his head slightly, "mind your language."

Vincent's gaze locked on the timepiece. His expression darkened instantly.