In the following days, Janice's wardrobe underwent a dramatic transformation. Branded clothes replaced her former attire, and her bags, once costing a few thousand, now ranged from tens of thousands to over a hundred thousand. Heavy makeup became a daily ritual. Bonnie watched, her eyes wide.

One night, Janice entered their room, reeking of alcohol. The sudden light revealed Bonnie sitting in a chair, startling Janice.

“What are you doing, Bon, up at this hour instead of sleeping? You look like a ghost!”

Janice’s clothing differed from what she’d worn earlier; she had clearly changed.

Bonnie asked, “Janice, what have you been doing lately? Didn't you promise to seriously look for a job? What is this?”

Janice’s expression flickered from awkwardness to embarrassed anger. She snapped, “Bon, I'm your older sister. How dare you question me?”

Bonnie, gazing at this unfamiliar Janice, weakly asked, “Janice, stop evading the question. Are you in a relationship?”

Janice had recently become remarkably comfortable. She’d cleverly attached herself to a wealthy second-generation heir from Argrol University's finance department. Despite his girlfriend, he promised to break up with her and give Janice a legitimate status. Her new lifestyle was entirely funded by him.

To Janice, Bonnie was now inconsequential. The pretense of sisterhood was discarded.

Janice sneered. “Bon, stop that worried look. Frankly, I've found myself a rich guy. He spoils me with bags and clothes, and I'm living the life I've always dreamed of.”

Bonnie watched the arrogant Janice with a heavy heart. Yvette had been right—people do change. This wasn't the sister she knew.

“Janice, do you realize you’re the other woman? That guy is a notorious womanizer at our college, already engaged to a perfectly suitable woman. He's not going to marry you.”

Janice laughed dismissively, fiddling with her nails. “Oh, I know about his fiancée. She’s not even as pretty as me. Robert will dump her eventually, and I don't care!”

A chill ran through Bonnie. Is Janice knowingly choosing to be the other woman?

The already tense situation escalated. Janice declared, “Bon, we've been sisters, so don't blame me for not warning you. A man like Andrew, who only earns a few thousand a month, isn't worth it.”

She continued, “If you’re smart, I’ll have Robert introduce you to a rich guy. Why work so hard? Isn't it better to make money while lying down?”

Janice had originally targeted Andrew, but the next day, following Bonnie, she discovered he wasn't a wealthy heir at all—he was a librarian. His attractiveness instantly dimmed. She'd already known Bonnie would never find a suitable match.

A wave of nausea washed over Bonnie. She couldn't bear to look at Janice anymore.

Janice, unconcerned, ignored Bonnie’s reaction, packed her things, and addressed Bonnie before leaving.

“Bon, people in our village always treated us differently. You were the saint, I was your servant. Even Grandma favored you. I’ve been jealous, even hated you, since childhood.”

She paused. “When we were little, I even considered drowning you. It’s all come to this. I’ve endured it for so long, but from today on, I’m no longer your sister. Let’s just be strangers.”

She left, leaving Bonnie in shock. The revelation came: when Bonnie was five, Janice had pushed her into a river. Only the intervention of villagers had prevented her drowning.

The next day, at the Argrol University cafeteria, Yvette, Bonnie, and Charles encountered Janice and her entourage—Janice, Robert, and others. Janice, clinging to Robert’s arm, was the picture of effortless chic.

Janice froze upon seeing Bonnie and Yvette, then nonchalantly approached.

After sitting down, Bonnie took a bite of a rib and forced a smile. “Yvette, you should try this, it’s delicious.”

Yvette calmly replied, “If you don’t feel like smiling, don’t.”

Charles quietly ate, saying, “It’s foolish to be upset over someone not worth it.”

Bonnie was momentarily startled.

Yvette’s presence commanded attention; everyone recognized her instantly. However, the students at Argrol University were remarkably reserved. Yvette’s aura prevented anyone from approaching, leaving them to observe from afar.

Janice noticed Robert and his friends deliberately avoiding the seats near Yvette, choosing to sit further away. She couldn't understand their actions.

She cautiously asked Robert, “Robert, there are so many seats over there. Why didn’t you sit there?”

Robert, believing her curiosity genuine, whispered, “At Argrol University, wherever a Goddess is, everyone naturally leaves that seat empty.”

Janice’s face stiffened. Goddess? Yvette? Impossible, she thought.

Robert, oblivious to her reaction, said, “See? That’s the most beautiful girl, Yvette. Don’t you follow the news?”

Janice couldn't admit her provincial background and lack of current events knowledge, so she firmly nodded. “Oh, I watch it every day, of course.”

Robert accepted her claim. Anyone following the news would know about that recent international event, he thought.

He looked at Yvette and her companions with admiration. “It’s not just the goddess who’s amazing. That’s Charles, promoted to assistant by the law professor shortly after transferring here. And Bonnie, seemingly ordinary, is outstanding—she receives scholarships every year and is a top candidate for graduate school.”

The table buzzed with lively discussion about the trio.

“If the Goddess smiled at me once, I’d die happy!”

“Stop dreaming, man. I wouldn't even dare think about the Goddess. But talking with Bonnie would be amazing.”

“Who wouldn’t agree? But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I wonder how many days the Goddess will stay this time.”

“If she stays, I'll be in the cafeteria every day!”

Janice, listening, felt a growing tension, forcing a strained smile.