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Only then did Evander look at Evelina, satisfied. "We're moving into a new place— I'm not interested in this old house anymore."

“But Evander, I really like this house,” Evelina protested, her frustration evident. She knew that by the time the Al project ended, she would have already fallen out with the Langston family.

And with the Langstons facing bankruptcy, where would they even get the money to buy her a new villa?

Evander grew impatient. “Eve, I promised I'd get you a villa of equal value, and it'll be in your name. What do you expect me to do, get down on my knees and beg Lemira?"

Seeing Evander's irritation, Evelina dropped the subject.

Once Lemira had finished eating, she stood up and glanced at Evelina and Evander.

"I'll go handle the paperwork today. From now on, this house will be mine."

Evander replied sourly, "It's just an old house. What's so special about it?"

"Well, you two will need to find somewhere else to live, because I have no intention of sharing with you," Lemira said, turning to leave.

Evander was fuming. "Asher, do you see how arrogant Lemira's gotten? Aren't you going to do something about it?”

"The Langston family is relying on Lemira right now-including you," Asher responded flatly. "So you'd better not cross her. Otherwise, when the family goes under, you'll be left with nothing."

Evander fell silent and snorted. "I bet Lemira will just get tossed aside when she's no longer useful."

When that day came, he'd make sure to teach her a lesson.

Evelina kept her head down, already plotting her next move.

After leaving the Langston Estate, Lemira went straight to the property office to finalize the deed transfer and organize her assets.

Holding the freshly printed property deed in her hands, her mood brightened considerably.

In her previous life, she'd been thrown out of this very house and left on the streets. But this time, she was the one holding the title—it would be the Langstons who got kicked out, not her.

Feeling elated, Lemira returned to campus.

She went straight to her classroom, but couldn't shake the feeling that people were looking at her strangely.

Taking a seat next to Oanice, Lemira whispered, "What's going on? Is there something on my face?"

"I just got a message from Stella-someone's spreading rumors about you online," Oanice replied quietly.

Lemira took Oanice's phone and

saw photos of herself getting out of Orion's car the night before and

another of her carrying a Chanet bag.

The story had been spun into a viral post: "Sugar Daddy Drops Off Orvin

University's Freshman Beauty, Showers Her With Designer Gifts."

The post was trending. Everyone was gossiping, speculating about the man in the luxury car and whether she was being kept.

But this time, the comments were noticeably tamer-gone were the insults and humiliation from before Clearly everyone had become a little more civilized after their phones were locked last time.

Lemira glanced at the post and handed the phone back to Oanice. “Got it."

"These people are such gossips,"

Oanice said. "Luxury cars show up outside Orvin all the time-why are

you the one they're making up stores about it's just a bag it's not like you can't afford one."

"I'll handle it. Don't worry," Lemira assured her.

She had already identified the original poster—a senior from the journalism department, apparently a member of the campus press club.

It made sense; the journalism department always covered big events.

Lemira glanced at an announcement from Maple Group: there would be an Al seminar on campus tomorrow.

Perfect.

After class, Lemira left the classroom, planning to stop by Maple Group, but ran into the usual crowd of entitled business school kids.

Susanna eyed Lemira up and down. "Tsk tsk, heard you've got some sugar daddy now, huh?"

She'd always known Lemira was a gold digger. If Orion ever found out, he'd dump her for sure.

Lemira, mimicking Susanna's haughty demeanor, gave her a once-over as well.

Her gaze landed pointedly on Susanna's pants. "Funny, I heard you're wearing an ankle monitor. Why don't you show everyone?"