Time ticked by, second after second, and not a soul entered the conference room.
Lauren’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.
How naïve can Anastasia be?
All around, the other students watched with barely concealed amusement, waiting to see Anastasia humiliated. Yet Anastasia herself seemed utterly unbothered. She simply smiled, glanced at her phone, and announced the countdown.
“Three minutes left.”
“One minute.”
“Time’s up.”
Anastasia set her phone down.
Still, no one had shown up.
Lauren could barely contain her laughter. Her eyes glittered with scorn and smug satisfaction as she glanced at Anastasia, certain she’d won this round.
But Anastasia didn’t spare Lauren a single look. Instead, she waved toward the door.
A moment later, a sharply dressed young man strode in, his suit immaculate, glasses perched on his nose—none other than Hugo, Mr. Lockwood’s assistant.
Unlike Anastasia, Hugo wasn’t a student at Westbridge Medical Institute. He was simply Mr. Lockwood’s right hand—a fact that immediately caught everyone’s attention.
Murmurs ran through the room. Why was Hugo here? What was going on?
Lauren’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, a sense of foreboding washed over her.
Her worst fears were realized in the next instant.

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