The Queen They Buried (by Wynter Vans) novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264

Before Alvin could feel proud of himself, Bowen started laying the most outrageous flattery on Aubree.

Bowen said, “Now that’s our Bree! These scores are practically valedictorian–level–just a hair’s breadth away! And to think you’ve only been studying for a year. Honestly, this year’s valedictorian should be thanking their lucky stars you didn’t go all out sooner!”

Alvin was speechless for a moment. ‘No wonder they say love works miracles–how could it not? It can turn a perfectly normal person into a total lovesick fool, he thought.

Aubree’s phone buzzed with a text from her homeroom teacher, summoning her back to Rithol High School.

Aubree figured it was probably for some publicity interviews or something like that. Normally, only the valedictorian at Rithol High School would get this kind of treatment–but then again, she was no ordinary person.

“My homeroom teacher just texted me. She wants me back at Rithol High School,” Aubree said.

“Okay, I’ll give you guys a ride there,” Bowen said.

When the trio arrived at Rithol High School, they found the school gates swarmed by a massive crowd–mostly reporters who had raced there at the news, with clusters of students‘ parents mixed in.

Although there were plenty of reports about Aubree’s SAT results, not a single interview with her had been published yet. Every media outlet was clamoring to land the first exclusive.

No matter what label the newspapers assigned, it inevitably ignited a frenzy among readers, making the story a widespread sensation.

As Aubree got closer, she noticed a crimson banner already hanging above the entrance of Rithol High School. This was nothing out of the ordinary—every year, after the SAT results were released the school would proudly display the achievements of their top–scoring student. But this time, it was completely different.

Matilda nudged Aubree with her elbow. “Well, well, look at you, Aubree! For the first time ever, Rithol High School is hanging a banner for third place instead of the valedictorian!”

Hanging high at the school entrance was a large banner that could not be missed: “Congratulations to our student Aubree Miller for her successful entrepreneurship and achieving third place in the state after just one year of academic study.” The banner was hung conspicuously high, as if Rithol High School wanted to make absolutely sure no one could miss it.

With the front gate crowded, Aubree and Alvin exchanged a quick glance and, without hesitation, slipped in through the back entrance. Behind them, the shouts of reporters echoed as they made their way inside.

“Aubree!”

Aubree became the center of every envious glance, each one laced with silent resentment. Aubree had studied for merely a year and already achieved third place in the state. To those who had spent years burning the midnight oil, their efforts suddenly felt meaningless–nothing more than proof that they had endurance.

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