The Queen They Buried (by Wynter Vans) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Chapter 100

The prelims had finally arrived.

The exam hall was packed with over a hundred students. Some nervous types were already trembling before the test papers were even handed out.

Over the past couple of days, Aubree had done some targeted practice on competition questions, focusing especially on past years’ finals papers. While they were challenging, she still handled them with effortless ease.

As soon as the test papers were handed out, Aubree quickly scanned through them and already had a plan in mind. Without a moment’s hesitation, she started solving problems at lightning speed. To others, these numbers might be hard to crack, but to her, they were like long-lost friends, intimately familiar.

Less than halfway through the exam, she had already finished the test, handed in her paper, and left the room.

Before leaving the exam hall, Aubree made a quick stop at the restroom. The sound of running water from the faucet blurred out the conversations in the hallway.

That voice sounded a bit familiar.

She didn’t pay it much mind and was about to leave after washing her hands when the voices outside suddenly became clear.

“Dr. Wilson, this matter is rather delicate to handle,” a hoarse voice of the middle-aged man came.

Aubree thought, ‘Dr. Wilson?

‘Could that be Daxton?’

Her hand, which had been resting on the doorknob, quickly withdrew. Acting purely on reflex, Aubree pulled out her phone and hit record.

That familiar voice continued, it was indeed Daxton.

He said, “Isn’t this just a small favor for you, Mr. Mccoy? For the art competition, only the finals require contestants to paint on site, the earlier rounds just need submitted works. If you make a few minor adjustments, who’s ever going to know who actually made it to the finals?

This art competition was hosted by the Rithol City Art Association, and Alec Mccoy, whom Daxton mentioned, was the key person in charge.

Alec still looked hesitant. While clearly tempted, he feared exposure. After all, this was a state competition. If discovered, his presidency would be over.

Alec hesitated, then said, “But Dr. Wilson, you know our vice president is the chief judge this time, he’s as stubborn as a mule when it comes to rules.”

“I heard your family has some happy news lately, Mr. Mccoy. How about an apartment at Royal Gardens, right by the landmark tower downtown? You can choose any floor plan you like. And if transportation is inconvenient, just pick any car you want, I’ll cover the cost.” Daxton casually dangled the bait.

Daxton said casually, “It’s not that my little sister Carmen lacks skill, she just missed the registration deadline. With her abilities, making it to the finals would be a breeze. She doesn’t need to win big or be in the spotlight. Just let her get an award to make her happy. That’s all.”

Daxton spoke with effortless nonchalance, as if he were talking about cabbages at the market rather than a prestigious provincial award.

Alec was swayed by Daxton’s offer, minimal risk, and multiplied returns. Only an idiot would say no.

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Chapter 100

He’d heard of the Wilson family’s young miss who studied art. Her skills weren’t exactly top-tier. She might scrape by for an award, but making it to the finals was no problem. Besides, the list of finalists had just been drafted and hadn’t even been announced yet. As long as she didn’t completely embarrass herself in the finals, no one would ever suspect a thing.

At this, Alec’s face lit up with a beaming smile. “Well, since you put it that way, Dr. Wilson, I suppose I can do you this favor, just for you,” he said.

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