Chapter 254: Chapter 254

Chapter 254:

For the next several days, students from the department would attend other classes only after Harlee’s lecture.

As Harlee walked out of the underground parking lot, students and faculty from other departments pointed and murmured, “Look, that’s the Sanderson family heiress lecturing at Baythorn University. She’s only here because of her connections.

How shameless to keep lecturing amid all the criticism.”

“Don’t say that. She’s stunning. Just by spending one night with a high-flyer, she’s set. Unlike us, who have to keep hitting the books.”

“Who are you talking about? The notorious Harlee? I tried finding her online last night and still don’t know what she looks like.”

“You just don’t understand. She has powerful connections.”

“How can you be sure she’s Harlee?”

“I’ve seen her before, and Adelina from the School of Art confirmed it. It has to be true.

Are you one of her paid supporters? Why aren’t you criticizing her?”

“Don’t say that. I was criticizing her so much yesterday that my mom thought I was going to a shady school.”

The insults intensified, and even passersby started chiming in after catching bits of the conversation. Yet, none of this phased Harlee. She walked confidently toward the auditorium, her demeanor unaltered, save for a few bold ones who retreated after just one stern look from her.

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For Harlee, engaging in disputes with strangers was futile. She only concerned herself with those who actively sought conflict.

Suddenly, Harlee’s gaze shifted upwards as she noticed someone approaching from a side path.

A slight smirk crossed her face. The troublemaker she was expecting had just shown up.

Harlee deliberately slowed her pace, each step measured and deliberate.

Abruptly, a familiar silhouette appeared before her, drawing a swift convergence of students around her. They were eager students from the recent lecture, now forming a protective barrier between Harlee and the prying eyes of the public.

“Accusing Miss Sanderson without a shred of proof? How could you do this?” Dorsey’s voice cut through the tension, her eyes blazing with frosty anger as she faced down the most confrontational of the accusers.

Backing Dorsey up, Kaysen stepped forward, his tone dripping with scorn.

“Really, you boast of being scholars from Baythorn University? Are you nothing more than textbook geniuses, incapable of cutting through rumors to uncover the real story?”

From behind, Coulson’s voice added a stern layer of warning.

“If you’re ignorant of the full story, better to hold your tongue. Isn’t that a simple enough principle?”

As Dorsey and Kaysen defended Harlee, the malicious gossip continued. Yet, as Coulson spoke, they were quickly silenced. It was a typical scenario: bullies who thrived on targeting the vulnerable but recoiled in the presence of strength.

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