Victoria, dressed in a uniform, passed by and sneered.
"Skylar is just a piece of trash. He went all the way to Seastone and couldn't even outperform a newcomer. And they're letting someone like that make a spectacle of themselves online."
The conversation immediately quieted. Only after Victoria walked away did the group sigh in relief.
"Isn't she from the Rutherford family too?"
"Yes, she's from the cadet branch, but the patriarch of the Rutherfords has raised her. Her rigid personality is just like Skylar's."
"No wonder someone from the cadet branch would dare act so arrogantly toward the main branch."
"Exactly. I heard that the patriarch of the Rutherfords favors her so much that he drove his son away."
Otherwise, why would Skylar, the legitimate heir of the Rutherfords in Jamborough, run off to Seastone School of Mystic Arts for three years?
The group continued to gossip.
Meanwhile, back in Seastone, Albern shifted his gaze from the now-clear sky outside to the livestream featuring Shannon. His once weary and venomous eyes now gleamed with greed.
"She can tap into the Strength of the Dragon Deity… I've underestimated her."
It was no wonder that his previous attempt to deal with Shannon through Reese had failed. She was more capable than he had imagined.
Albern had wanted to teach her a lesson, but now there seemed to be a necessary change of plans.
Revenge was no longer the priority. He wanted the Strength of the Dragon Deity for himself…
…
His handsome face appeared on screen, and through the call, Shannon could hear Scott's muffled angry shouting in the background. It seemed as if he were yelling through a door.
Seeing that she had answered, Hank opened his mouth to speak, but Shannon expressionlessly ended the call before he could say a word.
He was dumbfounded. When it finally occurred to him that she had hung up on him, he began furiously calling her back.
Shannon was irritated and considered blocking him, but seeing that he was using Scott's number, she thought twice.
Then, she accepted the call again to see what nonsense he had to say.
The moment the call connected, Hank's face was flushed with anger. As if worried that she'd hang up again, he cut straight to the point with an accusatory and certain tone.
"Shannon, you're Rosalie!"
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