During the wait, Faye Sterling felt the jade pendant against her, a warm and smooth sensation.
Recalling the words of Rosalie Ray, she couldn’t help but feel smug.
Faye Sterling glanced at Eleanor Sterling, huffed, "Eleanor Sterling, don’t even think about seducing Alaric Faulkner.
Do you really think a woman with a child can marry into the Faulkner Family?"
Eleanor Sterling sneered, "You’re right, you’ve been at it for seven years with no success; maybe I’ll succeed in a year."
This remark hit Faye Sterling’s sore spot, and her face instantly darkened as she clenched her palm tightly.
"Just wait! I’ll be marrying Alaric soon, as soon as I graduate from Aethelgard College of Medicine.
I’ll be standing on top of you, becoming the woman everyone envies!"
Aethelgard College of Medicine is legendary in the industry, renowned and prestigious, founded by Brian Zane, the foremost in internal medicine.
Even the graduates from there have mostly achieved significant accomplishments in their fields.
The noble families of Aethelgard also greatly respect those from the college; getting in is akin to gilding oneself.
After years of development, the current admission standards have become incredibly selective.
Ordinary people can’t get in, not even with money; absolute talent is required.
Faye Sterling had been trying to get in; her skills were average, far from the entrance standard.
Earlier, Rosalie Ray told her that all she needed was to wear that necklace.
Then she could do as she pleased in Aethelgard; she had been blaming Rosalie Ray for not bringing it out sooner.
She wondered if she had used it earlier, she might have impressed everyone and successfully married Alaric Faulkner by now.
But it’s not too late, by the time she becomes the dazzling jewel, everyone will be captivated by her.
Thinking about this, Faye Sterling’s lips curled into a smug smile, and her gaze toward Eleanor Sterling became increasingly contemptuous.
"Aethelgard College of Medicine?" Eleanor Sterling frowned.
Her teacher’s college? She heard the requirements were high; could someone like Faye Sterling get in?
As Faye Sterling wore a bold smile, Eleanor Sterling narrowed her eyes slightly.
"You don’t need to be too envious of me; not everyone gets such an opportunity." Faye Sterling’s confident tone suggested she was certain of getting in.
Eleanor Sterling sneered mockingly, "You’re already 25, competing with 19-year-old students; don’t you feel embarrassed?"
"It’s none of your business!"
There’s no age limit for admission; many, for the sake of fame, apply even in their 30s. She’s only five years older, why not?
After a while, Rosalie Ray came down with a small box and handed it to Eleanor Sterling.
"This is your mother’s relic."
Eleanor Sterling took it, opened, and glanced inside.
There was nothing special, just something that resembled a necklace, like those you find for 19 bucks at tourist sites — nothing out of the ordinary.
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Rosalie Ray, with a stern face, huffed, "What do you mean? Are you saying I’m lying to you? If you don’t believe it, just give it back!"
Seeing the look of resentment on Rosalie Ray’s face, Eleanor Sterling had no more doubts.
She picked up the box and intended to leave.
"Wait, give me Thea’s Jewelry!"
Eleanor Sterling had planned to exchange Thea’s Jewelry anyway, so she didn’t hesitate to hand over the equity transfer document to them.
The last bet cost Faye Sterling dearly; the company is now just an empty shell and unlikely to be revived.
Eleanor Sterling left directly.