She's the Campus Prince

Just before Milena plummeted, Cameron snatched her wrist, leaving the girl dangling mid ali,

With nothing beneath her feet but empty space, Milena etung desperately to Cameron's hand, though it was only a third of her fingers gripping the ver One stip, one loss of strength, and Milena would plummet 50 feet to the ground.

In those few seconds, Milena felt as if she'd already faced death.

Sweating profusely, she sobbed, "Cameron, I was wrong! Don't let go. I'll die if I fall!"

"Shut up!" Cameron snapped. "We're not related."

To Cameron, Milena had no right to call her sister.

"Okay, okay!" Milena babbled.

Cameron sneered. "You should've behaved like this sooner."

Milena pleaded, "I'm sorry! Pull me up, please!"

"Nope." Cameron loosened her grip slightly, then yanked Milena back up, treating her like a toy mouse.

The sudden weightlessness sent Milena screaming before she fainted dead away.

"Boring," Cameron scoffed, dragging Milena back onto the rooftop and tossing her to the floor.

She had no intention of breaking the law. Killing Milena would mean prison, and Cameron wasn't suicidal. This was just a scare tactic to keep Milena away for good.

Brushing imaginary dust from her clothes, Cameron headed downstairs. After washing her hands thoroughly, she ordered the guards to toss Milena out of the castle.

Hours later, Milena woke outside, patting her face and body in disbelief that she was alive.

The terror lingered. Cameron was unhinged, no longer the sister she remembered. Vowing never to return, Milena fled.

Meanwhile, Bradley had been in his room on a call, oblivious to the drama.

When he emerged, seeing Cameron snacking and watching TV, he asked, "Handled?"

Cameron nodded.

Bradley sat across from her. "This harassment can't keep happening."

Cameron arched a brow. "She won't dare come back." Not unless Milena had a death wish.

Seeing her confidence, Bradley smiled and dropped the subject.

The Yates Manor, a private island near Viremont, belonged entirely to the Yates family no outsiders allowed, only helicopters for travel.

After Jacqueline Yates lost her youngest son in childbirth, her husband Levi bought the island to shelter her from grief. Decades later, Jacqueline had healed but preferred the quiet life, keeping the family in seclusion.

Helen, going out for her driving test, had fun outside the laland for a day,

she didn't live on the island permanently. Although all the facilities on the island were complete, the whole island was filled with the yarn la was in the prime of her youth and naturally wanted to know more people,

She returned that day with a gift for Jacqueline.

"Aunt Jacqueline," Helen called out, clutching the

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she spotted Jacqueline trimming the topiary in the garden from afar and hurried toward

Jacqueline turned around.

"Helen, slow down," she chided gently.

Jacqueline wore a lavender maxi dress, her figure slender and graceful, her neck

as elegant as a swan's, her beautiful face untouched by time. Though her eldest son was already 25, she looked no older than thirty.

Her elegance was underscored by a hint of authority in her gaze.

Helen quickly halted, switching to a ladylike stride as she reached Jacqueline.

"Aunt Jacqueline, I brought you a gift," Helen said brightly.

Jacqueline handed her shears to a maid, praising, “Thank you for remembering me while getting your driver's license. Let's see what you've got."

Helen rushed to offer the box. "I know you love sweets, so I visited every pastry shop in Viremont. These are the best desserts I found-try them."

Jacqueline sat at a nearby table and opened the box. The desserts were exquisitely packaged and visually appealing.

She took a towel from the maid to wipe her hands, sampled a piece, and nodded. "Delicious. Thank you."

Helen grinned. "You're welcome. You're closer to me than my own mom."

Jacqueline laughed. "Your mother will be jealous if she hears that."

"She won't mind," Helen said.

Jacqueline asked, "Any fun adventures during your trip?"

"Aunt Jacqueline, actually-" Helen nearly blurted out about meeting Cameron, but Lance's warning stopped her. "Not really. Outside was boring," she

added.

Jacqueline finished a pastry and smiled. "If it's boring, why keep running off?"

Helen muttered, "Everyone on the island is family. Even more boring." Staring at Jacqueline, Helen blurted, "Why do some unrelated people look identical?"

The teenager she'd met at the test site yesterday resembled Lance strikingly, but Jacqueline had only three sons, the youngest of whom died at birth. The boy couldn't be related to the Yates family-yet the resemblance was uncanny.

Jacqueline sipped coffee gracefully. "So what? Many ordinary people resemble celebrities. Why the sudden question? Did you meet someone who looks like anyone you know?"

Helen froze. Jacqueline was too sharp-she'd guessed Helen's implication from a single comment.

"Just saw someone who looks like a male celebrity," Helen lied.

Jacqueline sighed. "You've been obsessed with celebrities since childhood. You're in college now-when will you grow up?"

"I have grown up!" Helen insisted with a laugh.

As Lance wished, Helen kept silent about yesterday's encounter. The pain of losing a child was unimaginable, so she headed Lance's warning,

Helen asked, "Is Lance coming back soon?"

Jacqueline nodded. "Yes. He graduates this year and will return after getting his degree."

At Langford Academy, senior year's final practice test arrived-intentionally brutal in difficulty.

Cameron and Elijah were in the same testing room, with Elijah in seat 1 and Cameron in 20.

The first subject was Literature. At 9:30 a.m., just half an hour in, Cameron handed in her paper.

"Seriously?" classmates muttered, eyeing their half-finished test papers.

The proctor frowned. "You might want to check your work."

Cameron shook her head.

Elijah glanced over, smirking. He thought, 'So she's done hiding.' Cameron led every subsequent exam in early submissions.

After the final language test, Elijah asked, "Full power this time?"

Cameron nodded.

"Guess I won't rank first this time," he said.

Cameron said, "Maybe."

Elijah laughed. "Modesty doesn't suit you."

She said, "I'm just trying to save your pride."

Elijah paused. With anyone else, he'd feel competitive and want to get his rank

back, but with Cameron, rankings didn't matter.

Two days later, the results shocked the school. Cameron rocketed from 20th to 1st, displacing Elijah.

The teachers and students in the senior grade were all shocked.

Cameron had been at the bottom of the class just over two months ago, yet in

such a short time, she had rocketed to the top of the entire school. This was incredibly inspiring.

Looking at Cameron's grades, William couldn't help but smile.

Her scores-790 in Literature, perfect marks in Math and Science, 780 in History and Social Studies.

"Unbelievable," William marveled.

While everyone else was astonished, Cameron remained perfectly calm.

Standing at the podium, Brody smiled and said, "Congratulations, Cameron. Everyone has witnessed your progress. Let's give him a round of applause." "Why does his score increase so drastically? Did he cheat?" someone whispered doubtfully.

"Could anyone cheat their way to first place in the grade? That's impossible," a classmate retorted immediately.

The questioning student fell silent at once.

Even if someone could refer to textbooks during the exam, they still wouldn't necessarily score as high as Cameron had

Thus, everyone had to admit that Cameron had earned these grades through

sheer ability. They had all underestimated her.

Amid thunderous applause, Cameron smiled slowly.

Now, she had a life path entirely different from her past life. Perhaps this was the meaning of her rebirth.

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