Chapter 100

Sophia Sullivan's gaze turned icy.

"The interview videos are public."

"If you dispute the score, take it up with the administration."

"The cost of spreading rumors is too low."

"Like the person who posted those photos of me and Professor Laurent online."

"They still haven't been identified."

She stared directly at Amelia Roscente.

At the mention of the photos, Amelia's eyes darted away.

Sophia smirked inwardly.

So it was her.

Amelia lifted her chin.

"What are you so smug about?"

"Isabella Langley is pregnant with my brother's child."

"You didn't know, did you?"

Sophia let out a soft, indifferent sound.

"I knew half a day before you did."

Amelia was speechless.

"Are you here to see Professor Watson?"

"She's not in."

"You can leave now."

Amelia instantly bristled.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Even if Professor Watson isn't here, you don't get to throw me out!"

"I'm going inside today!"

"What are you going to do about it?"

"She can't do anything."

"But surely the owner of this office can."

Professor Eleanor Watson walked in, adjusting her glasses.

Her expression was frosty.

Amelia froze.

She wondered how much Professor Watson had overheard.

"Professor Watson, I was just—"

"I remember you."

The gaze behind the lenses was sharp.

"You came to see me last time, too."

Before Amelia could feel pleased.

Professor Watson spoke sternly.

"Was I not clear enough last time?"

"I am a professor."

"Students must earn their grades through merit."

"Not by figuring out how to cut in line!"

Her tone was severe.

"Take your things and leave."

"I do not wish to see you here a third time."

…

Amelia walked out of the courtyard.

Rejected twice in a row.

She was dejected, and even more resentful.

Professor Watson was all smiles with Sophia Sullivan.

But with her, it was nothing but harsh words.

Why?

What did Sophia have that she didn't?

She was stewing in her anger.

A gentle voice spoke.

"You're one of the students from the graduate interview, aren't you?"

Amelia looked up.

An elderly woman in a dark green cheongsam.

Her silver hair was impeccably styled.

She carried an air of elegant composure.

This neighborhood was full of professors.

This woman must be from MIT's School of Life Sciences too.

"You are… Professor Lowell?"

Amelia was surprised and secretly delighted.

She had seen information about Victoria Lowell online.

Her academic achievements weren't as renowned as Eleanor Watson's.

But her recent work was impressive.

Her career was on a sharp upward trajectory.

More importantly.

Professor Lowell was known for her gentle demeanor.

Not nearly as severe as Professor Watson.

Being recognized by such a professor.

Amelia immediately felt a renewed sense of hope.

"I sat in on the last interview."

"I remember you."

"Fourth place, just missed the cut."

"Only a fraction behind the third candidate."

Professor Lowell smiled kindly.

"I still have one graduate position available."

"Would you be interested in being my student?"