She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 133

Quiana, standing beside Mario, didn’t dare provoke Loyce directly anymore. She knew she was no match for her. Instead, she offered a faint smile and said, “Mom and Dad miss you a lot. I hope you’ll come

home to visit us.”

Loyce continued to treat her like she was invisible, walking straight to her assigned seat without a second glance.

Whispers about her rippled through the rows. Some said she’d grown arrogant after transitioning from the fake Sampson daughter to a true heiress. Others murmured that ignoring someone like Quiana was the smart thing to do; otherwise, you’d never know when you were being set

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it weren’t for the nomination, Loyce wouldn’t have bothered coming. She let out a lazy yawn and waited for the award ceremony to officially begin.

Mario had heard the stories about Loyce. After Professor Fernand left, the lab’s silent partner had handed control of the research facility to Loyce, a mere student. The decision had caused quite a stir among the faculty.

Quiana, as Loyce’s former sister, naturally became the go–to source for information. The picture she painted of Loyce was that of a student with good grades, but nowhere near the level of an independent Ph.D. researcher. And besides, she was only twenty years old.

Mario glanced over at Loyce, who was dozing off in her seat. “Loyce is certainly bright. Having her join my research group would be a real asset.”

Quiana’s expression stiffened. Life at the Sampson residence was already difficult for her. At school, she was ostracized by the other girls. Her only remaining connections were her former seniors from the lab. It was only through their good word and her own constant flattery of Mario

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that she had managed to squeeze into his research group. And now, Mario wanted to invite Loyce to join? He was asking for trouble!

Quiana clenched her teeth discreetly and smoothly changed the subject. “Mr. Nash, I heard that besides the first, second, and third prizes, there’s also a Gold Award this year. Was that created specially for our group’s paper?”

At her words, Mario beamed with pride. “Yes. Our research represents a major breakthrough, a significant step forward for medicine. The experts in the field are very optimistic about my work. I imagine it’s only natural they would create a Gold Award for us.”

Quiana immediately straightened her dress, a smile playing on her lips. “Then I have you and my senior colleagues to thank. This award will be a golden ticket on my resume.”

The Walsh family had fallen, and Walsh Hospital had been shut down. Her dream of landing a position there right after graduation, with help from Byron and Sapphire, was shattered. The Sampson family was barely hanging on, and her brothers now viewed her with resentment. She had to carve out a path for herself.

Flattered by Quiana’s praise, Mario’s smile widened. “It’s not that exaggerated, Quiana. We must remain humble. Those of us in medicine cannot afford to be too proud.”

Quiana lowered her head obediently. “Yes, Mr. Nash.”

The host walked onto the stage, delivered a smiling opening monologue, and introduced the panel of senior experts before finally beginning to announce the shortlisted papers and their teams.

For each announcement, an entire team of a professor and their students would stand up to talk about the painstaking effort their research required and the hard–won conclusions they had reached, always to a round of applause.

When it was Loyce’s turn, the host cleared his throat and announced in a

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booming voice, “Next, we have ‘Emerging Discoveries and Clinical Applications of Neuroregeneration Factors. Will the representative of the research team please come forward to say a few words.”

The hall filled with polite applause as everyone instinctively looked to the side of the stage, expecting another group of researchers in white lab coats to rise.

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