Elora Kelly, without waiting for Lance's response, scanned the room.

Her gaze settled on Bettie as she greeted, “Bettie, you actually made it? I expected you to skip out!"


Both women stood side by side, radiating beauty, but all eyes seemed magnetically drawn to Bettie.

Without makeup, their beauty might have been evenly matched. However, Bettie's expertise as a makeup artist allowed her to highlight her best features, making her stand out even more.

Bettie's gaze met Elora's briefly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “You've goaded me a lot in the group chat. Had I not shown up, wouldn't it seem Like I'm running scared?"

This candid remark Left many around them slightly taken aback.

Few remembered Bettie being this aggressive after all this time.

Back then, the class saw Lance and Elora as the ideal pair; the top student and the runner-up.

Yet, surprisingly, it was Bettie who caught Lance's eye.

One of them ranked at the top of the class, while the other was nearly at the bottom.

He was reserved and academic; she was bold and outspoken.

No one could ever win an argument against Bettie, who had a sharp tongue

However, around Lance, she became surprisingly docile.

Elora remarked with a smirk, "It's been ages since you've seen Lance, hasn't it? Lance, there's Bettie. Weren't you two lovers once? Won't you greet her?"

Lance's unwavering gaze settled on Bettie as he approached her with deliberate steps.

The boy she remembered had grown into a poised man, with gold-framed glasses lending him an air of sophistication.

Bettie glanced at Lance and their eyes Locked.

Behind his glasses, his eyes held a hint of meaning.

Bettie said with a cool edge, “Couldn't make it overseas, so you've come crawling back?"

Without missing a beat, Lance retorted, “All these years and still single, are you?"