I Love You, Miss Genius

Chapter 88

“I didn’t think I’d be able to hear Ms. Bonita’s unique take on research at today’s gathering. I’ve learned more from her than from reading compendiums of journals! What a fruitful day!” One of the elderly professors opened the door as he spoke with his fellow researchers.

“Agreed! Thank you, Ms. Bonita. I’m sorry you had to talk about work over lunch.”

Then, they heard a young woman’s voice. Her voice stood out among the old professors. “It was nothing. I was just talking.”

Hmm? Ivor stopped in his tracks. Was that Bonnie’s voice?

Before he could complete his thought, Bonnie appeared as the professors showered praise on her.

She saw Ivor, and her eyes widened slightly.

Was that Bonnie?! What was she doing here? Trina’s eyes widened as well, while Hadwin was completely gobsmacked.

“W–What are you doing here?” Ged asked the million–dollar question.

It was a mind–boggling sight! Bonnie was just an ordinary student and a nobody, even in her family. But here she was, surrounded by the most prestigious scientists of Pyralis. Those old professors were Ms. Bonita’s researchers, too.

Bonnie composed herself and said nonchalantly, “I know some people from Ms. Bonita’s research institute. They invited me out for a meal.”

Then, she turned her head to Professor Terry and said, “Isn’t that right, Mr. Terry?”

Professor Terry shuddered at the way she addressed him. It was true that he was old enough to be her grandfather, but age didn’t matter in the face of knowledge. In fact, age meant nothing to them. Bonnie’s academic prowess was unparalleled. She was both a scholar and a leader.

“Y–Yes. That’s what happened.” He grinned sheepishly.

Ivor glanced at Bonnie and turned to look at Professor Terry. His gaze was lowered, and he seemed a little guilty, as if he was trying to keep a big secret.

Trina couldn’t hold herself back and ducked out of her hiding place to interrogate Bonnie. “How did you meet one of Ms. Bonita’s researchers? Who exactly do you know? Why didn’t I hear anything about this?“!

Trina could usually control her emotions, but this had blown her mind. Bonnie was a good–for- nothing, but she had aced her SATs and won the Best Scholar Award. They had also discovered that she had a connection to the Steele family.

All of that was enough to make Trina green with envy, but none of it was as bad as the fact that Bonnie actually knew someone from Ms. Bonita’s research institute!

“Is that you, Trina? What are you doing here? Did you wait out here because you got wind of the gathering? Who are you waiting for? Ms. Bonita?” Bonnie frowned. “How dare you!”

It might have been Bonnie’s imposing tone, or it might have been that she struck home with her words, but in any case, Trina’s face turned pale.

“W–What nonsense are you saying? W–We didn’t know that Ms. Bonita was here. We were just passing.”

“Is that true?” There was a menace in Bonnie’s eyes now. “You’d better come clean. Otherwise, I’ll ask the manager and our waiter about it. They’re the only ones who knew we were in this private room. I’m sure they won’t have the guts to lie in front of these prestigious researchers.”

Trina was completely freaked out. Bonnie was so far above her right now that Trina seemed like an insect she was trampling beneath her feet.

This wasn’t fair! Why was Bonnie part of her wealthy family? How did she get engaged to Hadwin when she didn’t put any effort into their relationship? Why did she deserve to talk to Ms. Bonita’s researchers?

How was that fair?!

Trina’s rage returned with a vengeance.

“Stop acting all high and mighty, Bonnie. Do you think you’re some kind of hot shot because you know someone from Ms. Bonita’s research institute? What gave you the right to act like this?

“The way I see it, you must have used some dirty tricks. I heard that you hired someone to pretend to be your boyfriend to pick you up at school. You seem to have a lot of money recently, and you haven’t spent a night at home for a while. Be honest. Did you seduce someone from the research instituExclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.