Chapter 337

Kylie’s eyes went red when she realized Shermaine was Professor Jean.

She’d never in a million years thought Shermaine had this other identity. Professor Jean was a total heavyweight in international academia, the exact role model Kylie had always dreamed of being, someone adored by thousands.

Next to Professor Jean, being a visiting professor at Harrod University didn’t mean jack.

‘Shermaine’s only 19. How the hell is she this good?‘ Kylie wondered.

First, she outshone Kylie in tech, and now she was killing it in academia too?

‘Why does Professor Jean have to be her?‘ Kylie thought.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Watching the top academics stand up to greet Shermaine politely, Kylie felt like she was about to explode.

She was so jealous that she bit her lower lip till it bled. The taste of blood in her mouth mixed with a raging urge to kill. Only by putting Shermaine in the ground could she become the top dog in the world.

‘Yeah, Shermaine shouldn’t even exist. Why does she have to be better at everything? Life’s so freaking unfair,‘ Kylie thought.

Shermaine caught a flash of killing intent, but it was gone in a second.

She scanned the crowd of more than 200 people but couldn’t pick out who it came from. It was hard to spot someone disguised and hiding their vibe.

Still, she noticed a few sketchy dudes who definitely didn’t look like academics.

Meanwhile, Molly crossed her arms and gave her a raised-eyebrow look, throwing her a silent signal.

If Roy had his phone on him, the hot-headed kid would’ve kicked someone’s ass already.

But there he was, sitting next to Molly with their arms touching. She was dressed to kill in that leopard-print mini skirt, legs crossed, and her perfume was driving him nuts.

Roy felt his face heat up, blood pounding in his veins. Suddenly his nose started itching. He touched it and saw blood. Holy shit, he was nosebleeding.

Molly, sensitive to the smell of blood, turned to see Roy sitting there like a deer in headlights and staggering out with a hand clamped over his nose. He looked just like her husky when it got caught tearing up the couch.

She thought, ‘Oops, I did it again–projecting my dog onto him. But really, a nosebleed from just sitting next to me? So freaking innocent.‘

After catching Molly’s signal, Shermaine played it cool. When the top academics asked which big math problem she was there to tackle, she said flat-out, “The twin prime conjecture.”

The room went silent. That was one of the toughest unsolved problems. The professor supposed to present on it had bailed, admitting he couldn’t crack it.

But there was Shermaine, representing Wallington. This was about to put their academic scene on the map.

“You have a breakthrough? A proof?” someone blurted.

Shermaine raised an eyebrow and gave a casual “hmm.”

‘Figures, she’s our rockstar academic for a reason,‘ everyone thought.

They could hardly contain their excitement.

Witnessing this was gonna be like watching magic happen.

Dustin was speechless. Shermaine, already a tech icon, had just dropped another bombshell.

He thought, ‘Wait till I call home. Word of Professor Jean will be all over Wallington’s academic grapevine by tomorrow.