The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

When Eloise caught sight of the cheat sheet on the floor, her expression froze in an instant.

She thought it was lost forever, yet here it was, in Kieran's hands.

"The principal mentioned your grades have been slipping, so I decided to check your exams. The proctor found this note near you. This handwriting is unmistakably yours. Are you still going to deny it?" Kieran laid out the glaring evidence right before her eyes.

"Kieran... just let me explain..."

Eloise struggled to keep her emotions in check, but Kieran was done listening to her explanations. "I think there's nothing left to discuss between us."

Handing the cheat sheet back to Eloise, Kieran turned and signaled for Jarrett to open the car door and leave. "Kieran!"

No matter how much Eloise called after him, Kieran had no intention of getting out of the car to see her again.

"Mr. Sutton, don't you think you're being a bit harsh on Ms. Harwood?"

"Have I not been patient enough with her? Look at what she's done; how am I supposed to cover for her?"

The Eloise he knew would never stoop to cheating, especially not in such a crucial exam.

Hearing this, Jarrett ceased his attempts to persuade.

Kieran massaged his temples, a tiredness etched in his features.

"Mr. Sutton, what about Ms. Dawson?"

Today, in front of all the students, Ms. Dawson was taken away, leading many to believe she had an unfair advantage.

This was not good for Ms. Dawson's reputation.

"She's not innocent."

Kieran hadn't expected that Ronan and Preston, two men, had helped Freya cheat.

He thought Freya, despite being ill, wanted to graduate fairly. It seemed he was mistaken.

Such people did not exist in their circle.

Meanwhile.

As Freya approached the school gates, she saw Preston sitting in a limited-edition Maybach. When the black tinted window rolled down, Freya was met with Preston's chiseled profile. Preston glanced at Freya, who immediately pretended not to see and shifted her gaze elsewhere. Her whole demeanor screamed: I don't know the person in the car, he has nothing to do with me. "Hans." Preston's voice was low inside the car.

Hans quickly understood Preston's intent, opened the car door, and walked towards Freya.

Freya intended to ignore him, but Hans blocked her path: "Ms. Dawson, the boss is waiting for you in the car."

With more and more students

gathering, Freya didn't want to draw attention at the entrance of Summit

University, Especially since during the exam, everyone already suspected she had taken a shortcut, leading the principal to arrange a separate exam room for her.

Now, seeing her with Preston would only fuel rumors.

Though Freya wasn't particularly bothered by what others thought, she didn't want her achievements to be overshadowed by scandal.

"Could you ask Mr. Tyler to park a little further away? I'll walk over. It won't delay your plans."

Hans maintained his poker face, repeating firmly: "Ms. Dawson, please."

Seeing Hans's emotionless face, Freya finally cracked a smile and followed him into the car. Inside the car.

Freya clenched her teeth as she opened the door.

Seeing her ready to bite his head off,

Preston said leisurely, "Ms. Dawson sure knows how to bite the hand

that feeds her. Just a few days ago, you were calling me Mr. Tyler, and now you don't even recognize me."

QUMS

"Mr. Tyler, admit your car is top-notch and expensive, but could you please not park it right at the school entrance every time? It's not a good look."