She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 268

By Monday at noon, Loyce grabbed a random key from her nightstand and headed down to the underground garage. The moment she hit the button, headlights flashed on—attached to a brand-new, bubblegum-pink supercar completely plastered in crystals.

Loyce just stared, speechless. That car hadn’t been there before.

She turned around, went back, and chose a more understated Mercedes key instead. As she got in, she texted Forrest: [That pink crystal sports car in the garage is painfully loud. Your taste needs rehab.]

Forrest replied, completely serious: [People say girls like pink. I want you to feel younger.]

Loyce didn’t bother responding. She drove straight to the gates of Victory High School.

It was the best high school in Metropia—and brutally polarized. Only two kinds of students got in: the truly broke but academically untouchable… and the not-so-bright but very, very rich.

She went to find Giselle first.

When Loyce knocked, the noisy classroom quieted instantly. Every head turned toward the doorway.

She wore a crisp white blouse and black slacks, her hair pulled back in a casual ponytail—but nothing could hide a face that looked almost unreal. Sunlight angled through the hallway windows, outlining her in a soft gold edge like she’d stepped out of a painting.

A few boys in the back actually whispered, “Whoa…”

“Is she the new teacher?” a girl with glasses murmured. “She’s gorgeous.”

“No way,” someone else said. “She’s too young. Maybe she’s a transfer student.”

Giselle had been asleep on her desk. The commotion made her lift her head—and the second she saw Loyce, she shot up, ready to run over.

But someone reached Loyce first. Cyrilla practically bounced in front of her, bright-eyed and delighted. “Loyce! Why are you here at this hour? What’s going on?”

Two girls immediately crowded in beside Cyrilla, staring at Loyce and whispering, “Cyrilla? You know her?”

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