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Purple Summers’s fingers, clutching the pen, tightened as she thought: Although Lily Howard studied in France, it was not like she couldn’t speak Mandarin. Why did she insist on speaking French with Alexander Summers? Could it be to prevent her from understanding their conversation?

In Purple Summers’s mind, a scene began to take shape: upon meeting, Alexander Summers and Lily Howard would chat animatedly in French while she sat there foolishly, out of place, and unable to join in the conversation.

This was terrible.

Knowing both your enemies and yourself, you could win every battle, and language would be the first challenge she needed to overcome.

She was about to meet Lily Howard—should she learn some French?… At the very least, she shouldn’t let herself be at too much of a disadvantage.

But then she thought, if such an embarrassing situation really did happen, it should be up to Alexander Summers to find a solution. Why was she being so proactive? If Alexander knew, who knew how smug and arrogant he would be!

She had already swallowed her pride and accepted the existence of his fiancée—why should she go out of her way to learn French just to please others?!

A surge of irritation rose within Purple Summers.

No more studying! No more!

She looked up to see that the class president had left at some point, and it was only when it was time for class that the class president returned to the classroom.

Purple Summers asked, “I don’t want to sign up anymore, can I still change it?”

The class president was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “The form has already been submitted to the teacher, you should go find the teacher after class is over.”

Purple Summers didn’t want to go to the teacher.

She found it bothersome and began to hesitate at heart.

In the end, she got so annoyed with her own indecision! Wasn’t it just learning an additional foreign language?! What was there to be indecisive about!

Purple Summers cast aside the vexing thoughts and stopped thinking about it.

At noon, she had lunch with Zara Jameson, Jane McCain, and Ryan Wesley.

With the new semester came new courses, as well as plenty of new gossip and topics of conversation.

“Did you guys hear?” Jane McCain started, brimming with excitement, “Mrs. Farrell actually decided not to pursue that matter anymore. With the victim not pressing charges, and the child unharmed, the police station didn’t file a case either. They only detained Jade Carlson for about ten days before releasing her!”

Zara Jameson was puzzled, “Mrs. Farrell is too generous. Doesn’t she care at all? Not only did Jade Carlson harm her child, but she also had an affair with her husband!”

“Secretary Wiggins said the necklace was stolen by Jade Carlson, and he was unaware of it,” Jane McCain said with a mischievous smirk.

“If the necklace was really stolen, how dare Jade Carlson wear it so openly?” Zara Jameson didn’t believe it at all, frowning as she spoke, “Mrs. Farrell is really pitiful, deceived by her husband.”

“Perhaps she is well aware of it?” Jane McCain’s tone was casual, acting unphased as if it was nothing new, “The Farrell Family and the West Family are married for mutual benefits. Since they can’t divorce, it’s better not to tear each other’s faces apart, of course.”

Zara Jameson had a particular distaste for such pretense.

Her character, if she were an adult, would seem rather straightforward and somewhat impractical, akin to that of the literati, but as a seventeen-year-old girl, it made her appear stubbornly naive and charming.

“I will definitely marry someone I love in the future and will never accept an arranged marriage!” Zara Jameson declared with conviction.

As Zara Jameson spoke, for some reason, Ryan Wesley looked up at her.

Purple Summers just happened to see this and was taken aback for a moment.

She instinctively looked at Jane McCain but found Jane completely engrossed in her meal, oblivious.

And Ryan Wesley had just glanced that one time before looking away again.

Purple Summers felt something was off.

…Ryan Wesley, didn’t he like Jane McCain?

Perhaps she had seen it wrong…

…

After finishing their meal, everyone started to clear up their utensils.

While heading out, they unexpectedly ran into Bella Foster.

Bella Foster’s tray held a bowl of soup, and upon seeing Purple Summers, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted into a cold sneer.

As she passed by Purple Summers, at that very moment, the tray in her hand suddenly flipped over!