Bianca Doyle was incredibly satisfied with how easily she had ignited everyone's anger toward Serena.
Striking while the iron was hot, she revealed her true objective. "I'm putting together a joint petition to the principal. We're going to demand that Serena be transferred out of the Vanguard Honors Program. Raise your hand if you're with me."
Isabella feigned hesitation.
Caleb Sommers hesitated for two seconds.
Then, every single hand in the room shot up.
Right at that moment.
The closed doors of the Vanguard Honors Program classroom were suddenly pushed open.
Serena walked in, carrying a canvas bag, a faint look of exhaustion lingering in her eyes.
Nicholas Blackwood hadn't dropped her off at her villa until well past two in the morning.
And the second she arrived on campus today, Mr. Harrison had dragged her straight to the lab.
Their project had reached its most critical juncture.
Originally, she had only agreed to offer a few pointers and help out casually.
But somehow, it had escalated to the point where she was now the lead director of the entire project.
She wanted to refuse.
But looking at that group of elderly scientists—men in their fifties and sixties with snow-white hair, spending night after night in the lab until their eyes were completely bloodshot...
If she didn't help.
It would basically be elder abuse.
She would be abusing Elyndor's brightest minds.
Left with no choice, she had bitten the bullet and stepped up for the sake of those old men.
Fortunately, once they got past this critical bottleneck.
She could hand the rest back over to them.
Serena felt sluggish and lazy as she stepped into the room, her footsteps pausing briefly when she saw the sea of raised hands.
But the pause lasted barely a second.
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