Lilah's fans became very upset. Out of all the professors at the Design Academy, Katie was the most high-profile one. She had even mentioned in her tweet that the participants of the lectures would have the chance to take a group photo with her, thereby making her look like a superstar.

By the way, there was no evidence that she would soon be the president. But her fans would rather tell themselves anything that would make them feel good.

Lilah's fans quickly realized that others would dislike their idol if they responded to Katie and her fans. After all, Mirello Design Academy had a great reputation.

As a result, they kept quiet and just watched as Katie showed off.

It was only in the privacy of their chat group that they complained bitterly about it.

“Argh! I really can't stand that arrogant woman. A diploma doesn't mean anything. No one wants to buy Katie's designs, but she still thinks very highly of herself. I wonder what she's high on."

"Very well said. Unfortunately, most people think too highly of an associate professor at Mirello Design Academy. If Lilah worked there, she might have also become an associate professor by now.”

When Lilah read the comments in her fan club's chat group, she couldn't help but smile. Her fans were very Lovely.

So, she made a comment in the group to calm them down. “Don't mind her. A diploma doesn't automatically translate to competence."

This was the first time her fans had seen her active in the group.

They were very excited!

But Lilah was busy. She had no time to read more comments, and she just went back to work. Not long after, she received a call.

"Hello," Lilah greeted, a faint smile gracing her features.

"It's been ages since we've caught up. I was puzzled when you turned down my offer, choosing instead to head back to your homeland. But clearly, your journey was worthwhile," the president of Mirello Design Academy mused with a light laugh. "You've made quite the impact, haven't you? I know you aim to revolutionize Hualand's design scene, so I've decided we'll give free lectures this year in Hualand."

With a soft chuckle, Lilah responded, "Thank you."

She held Mirello Design Academy in high esteem; it was a beacon of respect and knowledge in her eyes.

"This time around, you're the one at the podium. How does that feel?" he asked.

After a brief pause, Lilah replied, "It's wonderful. I see no problem with that."

The president continued, his voice a blend of hope and gravity, "I still harbor the hope that you'll rejoin our faculty one day. We're in dire need of someone with your rare blend of talent and dedication. I've never encountered a designer quite Like you."

The president knew the landscape well; talent could be found, yet it was seldom paired with diligence. And diligence alone didn't always come hand-in-hand with skill. Lilah's unique combination was a gem among stones.

When the president first laid eyes on her portfolio, he was taken aback. Lilah had sought further education at the Academy, yet her prowess had already eclipsed that of many on his staff. Her quiet competence had made her stand out; she was a silent force in the world of design, dedicating her hours to nothing but her craft.

In those two weeks, Lilah had transformed. The president witnessed a metamorphosis—a phoenix rising from the ashes. Before her time at the Academy, she was already a notable designer. Afterward, her creations soared, leaving her past works in their shadows, a testament to her unyielding growth.

In a mere fortnight, Lilah accomplished what would take others years to achieve. Recognizing such exceptional growth, the president had offered her the title of honorary professor. He wanted her to guide the students to make rapid progress, even contemplating taking her under his wing as his apprentice. Rumors spread throughout the Academy that the president had chosen his successor.

But fate had other plans. Despite the president's pride in his selection, Lilah declined his offer, choosing instead to return to her country, leaving him disheartened for a considerable period.