Chapter 139: Drive This Woman Away

Pamela wore an elegant dress to the hall, where she saw many prestigious medical practitioners. It was her first time attending such an event, hence her excitement.

Professor Ruger approached. “Pamela, you’re here,” he said.

Pamela quickly stepped forward and took Professor Ruger’s arm. “Yes, Professor. There are so many professors here! I’ve only seen them on TV or in medical magazines.”

“Pamela, you’ve been studying all these years, and you’ve just returned from Holy Nile. The most important thing is that you’re already in the field. In a few years, you’ll be just like them.”

Pamela’s heart skipped a beat. She dreamed of becoming a professor herself. Each medical master had their own research institute, engaged in advanced clinical research and boasting extensive connections. She longed to join their ranks.

Professor Ruger looked around and asked, “Has your dean returned yet?”

Pamela shook her head. “No, sir. How long will it take for him to return?”

“There are only a handful of highly respected academicians in the medical world, and your dean is one of them. Moreover, as director of the Ivory Council, he has close ties to Canada. If you impress him, he’ll certainly bring you to the Imperial City, the center of the medical world.”

Pamela’s heart pounded. She eagerly declared, “Sir, I’m willing to do anything to impress the dean. I just don’t know what he likes or dislikes.”

Professor Ruger patted her hand. “Don’t worry, I’m friends with the dean. When he returns, I’ll speak to him on your behalf.”

“Really? Oh, sir, you’re too kind!” Pamela smiled sweetly.

Bounty came into view, chatting with other dignitaries. Tonight, she wore a long black dress, looking elegant and stunning.

Pamela saw Bounty and admired the principal greatly, hoping to achieve similar success and influence.

“Sir, let’s go say hello to the principal,” Pamela suggested.

“Yes, let’s go.”

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Bounty’s gaze fell on Pamela. She remembered Elvis calling years ago, asking her to admit someone on his behalf.

Bounty knew the relationship between Elvis and Pamela was unusual. She’d been surprised Elvis would request admission for a girl. Nevertheless, she’d granted his request without hesitation.

Now, Pamela stood before her. She’d asked Elvis about his relationship with Pamela, but he’d insisted he was merely repaying a kindness.

Pamela wasn’t a notable figure in this setting, just another attendee to Bounty.

Seeing Bounty looking at her, Pamela smiled quickly. “Hello, Principal. I’ve always admired you. You’re my idol.”

Bounty, from a noble family, found Pamela’s display of affection hypocritical.

“Professor Ruger is the best professor in Holy Nile. You can learn much from him. Medicine is pure. Be more attentive,” Bounty said.

Pamela had wanted to express her admiration, but Bounty’s cold demeanor surprised her.

Bounty gasped, exclaiming, “Principal Harry!” and moved to greet an acquaintance.

Disappointed, Pamela tugged at Professor Ruger’s sleeve. “Sir, the principal doesn’t seem to like me.”

“That’s just her temperament. She doesn’t have anything against you; she simply acts that way,” Professor Ruger consoled her.

Pamela remained disheartened, her hopes for a positive relationship with the principal dashed.

She looked up and saw a slender figure by the door: Olive.

Pamela was astonished. How could Olive be here? Did she even have a gold invitation?

Olive wore a long nude dress, her figure elegantly outlined.

Olive looked at Pamela and murmured, “Pamela, I’m here. Surprised?”

“Olive, do you know where this is? This is a dinner hosted by the principal of Holy Nile Academy, my alma mater. Someone like you, a high school graduate, wouldn’t understand the prestige of Holy Nile. How dare you embarrass yourself here?”

Seeing Pamela’s triumphant expression, Olive smiled gently. “Why the headache? Someone invited me.”

Pamela scoffed. “Olive, everyone here is a famous professor. How could any of them invite you?”

A waiter standing by the door politely intervened. “Ma’am, everyone entering needs an invitation card. Do you have one?”

Olive shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. You can’t enter.”

Pamela laughed scornfully. “Olive, you’d better leave. If you don’t, I’ll call security.”

“Pamela, you don’t believe me, even when I tell the truth. Although I don’t have an invitation, someone invited me—the principal of Holy Nile Academy,” Olive said calmly, but with pride.

Pamela gasped. Her mind raced back to Bounty’s cold reaction.

“Olive, do you think I’m a child? Hey, security! Get this woman out!”