Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks

Cherise took the documents that Trent handed her and flipped through them.

According to the documents, the new professor was Yulia from Hamolica.

This reminded Cherise of the old guy Mr. Muller she met in Hamolica, and of course, Jason as well.

All of them had the same last name, Muller.

After reading through the documents, she put them down.

Then she picked up the challenge letter handed over by Trent, opened it, and checked it out.

Raising her eyebrows, she quickly waved it twice towards Trent. "You want me to accept the challenge?"

Trent hesitated for a moment, thinking but not daring to speak.

"Alright, Trent, for the sake of this piece of cake, I agree!" Cherise said.

Trent excitedly stood up. "Really? There are a few more pieces in the fridge; I'll pack one for you to take home later."

Cherise looked at the old man, who was as happy as a child, and chuckled softly, "When is it?"

"This weekend, just a few days away." You'll need to bring a few students to compete. Choose the most capable ones.

It involved three links, student competition, professor competition, and a joint experiment of students and their professors.

"Please get ready for it, Cherise," Trent replied.

He then let out a deep sigh, looking quite sorrowful.

Cherise understood Trent's concern, smiled lightly, and tapped the table twice. "Trent, why the sigh? Don't worry. I promised you when I joined Betrico University that I wouldn't let you down."

With that, she walked to the fridge, opened it, and picked up the remaining pieces of cake. "I'll take these cakes and head to class now."

Trent watched Cherise disappear from the office, his previous worry was gone, leaving him smiling and at ease.

This tactic and the cake were both quite effective.

With her around, there was nothing to worry about.

*****

Dora hadn't been to work at GlobalVision Group for a week. Just as she parked and opened her car door, a tall, well-groomed young man came over.

"Dora, Dora, I've been waiting for you here for a week. Why are you just showing up now?"

The moment Dora heard the voice, she knew who it was. Her recently calmed mood instantly turned sour.

"Quentin Longman, is it you? How did you find this place?"

"Dora, I've been searching for you all these years. It's been so hard. I finally heard you were here and immediately came to wait for you.

"I've waited for a week before you finally showed up." The man was Dora's ex-boyfriend, Quentin, who was now grinning awkwardly at Dora.

Dora looked disgusted. "We ended things 7 years ago, Mr. Longman. Leave immediately."

"No, Dora, listen to me. Back then, when I saw you hit by falling rocks, I went to get help. I wasn't trying to run away." Quentin insisted on explaining.

Dora didn't want to hear his explanation. "Leave right now, and don't come looking for me here again. Go away, save some dignity, or I won't hesitate to call security."

Quentin became a bit anxious when he heard that. He had learned from a friend that Dora had become very successful, a renowned CEO on the international stage, and a true powerhouse with wealth and influence. After waiting a week for her to finally appear, he would not just leave so easily. If persuasion didn't work, he'd have to use force.

Rumor had it that all these years she hadn't been involved with anyone else, so she might still have some feelings for Quentin.

Thinking this, he naturally opened his arms, ready to hug Dora from behind.

Quentin had been working as a gym trainer for years, so he was strong and fit.

Though Dora had learned some martial arts from Cherise, she wasn't prepared for such a sudden hug from behind and was instantly held tight.

"Quentin, I can't believe you're this despicable! This is my place, you're so shameless, let go." Dora was furious, continuously cursing.

Quentin, afraid that Dora would scream and attract the security guards, covered her mouth with one hand and pinned her arms with the other.

"Babie, can't we just have a tender moment? Don't you remember how in love we used to be? Come on, let me hold you "

Before Quentin could finish speaking, someone from behind tightly grabbed his neck and threw him hard to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. "Ugh, ugh, who is it?" he stammered.