The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1851

Kingswood University.

It was the weekend, and the campus was relatively quiet.

However, the student activity center was bustling with life, all thanks to Roger's guest lecture.

It wasn't just the invited forensic and psychology students; word had spread, drawing a crowd from every other department on campus.

After all, Roger was one of the youngest and most formidable forensic experts in the field.

More importantly, he was strikingly handsome. Standing at over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a lean waist, he was pure eye candy.

"Stella, our class's seats are up front."

A girl with a braided ponytail grabbed Stella's hand, happily weaving through the crowd until they found the center seats in the third row.

"Here, check out Roger's profile."

The braided girl handed Stella a brochure, chattering away with obvious excitement. "Ugh, it's not fair. How can someone be this successful and this gorgeous?"

"Where is the justice in the world? And more importantly, where is his social media?"

"I can't even imagine what kind of girl would be good enough for him."

Stella set her bag down and took the brochure. Opening it, she was greeted by a photo of Roger looking incredibly distinguished in a white lab coat.

Beside it was a full page detailing his impressive resume.

Before hitting thirty, he was already a member of the International Forensic Association.

He was a shoo-in for vice president of the association, and with a few more years under his belt, the presidency was practically guaranteed.

"I see." The girls sighed in unison, clearly let down. "Still, a successful, high-quality guy like that must have a ton of women throwing themselves at him."

"Obviously," the braided girl agreed with a nod. "Is there any girl alive who wouldn't be into his type?"

"I'm into him."

"Yeah, me too."

The girls chattered among themselves before their eyes drifted to Stella, whose stunningly beautiful features were hard to ignore. "Stella, is he your type?"

Hearing his name echoing in her ears from every direction left Stella feeling utterly suffocated. Her mind was swarming, and a heavy sense of annoyance settled in her chest.

"Yeah, Stella." The braided girl leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You have so many guys chasing after you, but you shoot them all down."

"Come on, tell us. What's your type? Someone gorgeous and aloof like Roger?"