However, as soon as Willow Grant set foot in the library, she found that a large portion of the students who had been watching the commotion earlier were still there.

She was about to act nonchalant, but then she heard whispers discussing her.

"Isn’t that the crazy girl? How does she have the nerve to come to the library?"

"If I were her, I’d find a hole to crawl into."

Willow Grant couldn’t tolerate it any longer, she directly glared at the two students gossiping about her and coldly said, "Is there a school rule that says I can’t study in the library?"

The person didn’t expect Willow Grant to respond and awkwardly coughed twice before burying their head in their studies again.

Willow Grant exhaled a heavy sigh of frustration, found a corner without people, and sat down, trying hard to push away distracting thoughts and focus on studying.

The Thursday and Friday monthly tests are her last chance to redeem herself at school, she can’t afford to lose this opportunity, she has to come out on top!

She is determined to be number one!

On the other side.

Summer Monroe and Damian Knight were preparing to have dinner at the Luna Restaurant.

On the way to the Luna Restaurant, Summer Monroe casually mentioned something about the chain restaurant to Damian Knight.

Damian Knight nodded directly, "Sure, once we find Stella Monroe, I’ll help you."

Speaking of Stella Monroe, Summer Monroe’s mood became agitated again.

"Stella Monroe... where on earth is she?"

...

Goldbloom Street.

When Aaron arrived, Stella Monroe had just finished her shower.

After two days in the pigsty, she felt even her breath was foul, so she had taken a shower for over an hour, until her hands started pruning, and only then reluctantly turned off the tap and walked out of the bathroom.

She had washed for over an hour, she ought to be clean now.

However, just as Stella Monroe stepped out of the bathroom, she heard a disdainful voice, "Who took a crap in the room? It stinks!"

Stella Monroe’s face darkened, and she looked up to see an extremely handsome blue-eyed man pinching his nose as he walked in.

The man was tall, with thick brows and a high nose, his skin was as white as nearly translucent, and he exuded a noble aura from head to toe.

Looking at the young man, Stella Monroe inexplicably felt a strange sense of familiarity, but she was sure she had never met this man before.

Just as Stella Monroe was about to ask who he was, she saw the person who had rescued her from The Vanguard’s temporary holding bow respectfully to the young man, respectfully calling out, "Young Master."

Young Master? That old woman’s son?

No, it should be her grandson, otherwise, the age doesn’t match.

Stella Monroe quickly stepped forward, bowed to the young man, and said, "Hello, thank you for rescuing me."

Aaron wrinkled his nose and said, "Less talking, I’m busy, quickly sit down and begin."

"Begin?" Stella Monroe asked, puzzled, "Begin what?"

Before Stella Monroe could get an answer, two bodyguards stepped forward and placed her in a chair.

Stella Monroe asked in panic, "What are you doing? I swear I didn’t say anything! I didn’t betray you!"

"Shut your mouth," the bodyguard warned, "The Young Master is helping you leave Cathaysia, so behave yourself, once The Vanguard finds you, it’ll be too late."

As soon as Stella Monroe heard they were helping her leave Cathaysia, she immediately shut her mouth, not daring to ask anything more.

About an hour later, Stella Monroe looked in the mirror, holding her face, now completely unfamiliar, feeling a mix of surprise and fear, she asked the young man incredulously, "How did you do this?"

Aaron didn’t answer, he simply instructed his grandmother’s subordinates in a calm voice, "The human skin mask can only last for five hours, then it will automatically start to crack. You need to move quickly. First, let her fly to Myanmar, the nearest country to Cathaysia, then exit from Myanmar."

"Yes." The subordinate nodded and drove Stella Monroe to the airport.

Meanwhile...