After finishing their late-night snack, Claire Sinclair, worried that people would say she was getting special treatment, insisted that Adrian Quincy leave first.
After shooing him away, Claire Sinclair strolled casually along the path, heading back to her dorm to rest.
As she neared the dormitory building, a few girls walked toward her.
Upon seeing her, they began to mock her openly:
"I heard from the senior trainees that some big shot was supposed to be joining us. Well, I'm just blown away. Such a perfect, delicate flower!"
"Hahaha… Her fainting act is top-notch. I have to admit, that's some impressive acting."
"Don't say that. What if someone from Quincy Manor hears you? Her connections are rock-solid!"
"Let's go, let's go. We can't let her get a good look at us, or we'll be in big trouble."
With that, the group hurried away.
Claire Sinclair frowned. If she had wanted to remember their faces, one glance would have been enough, but she had no such inclination.
