Reclaiming Her Heart

Selena narrowed her eyes, she had forgotten about the video.

Ms. DeVore saw that she didn't say anything and thought she had finally gotten a hold of someone.

"Mr. Walsh is always asking me about you."

Ms. DeVore wiped the water from her cheeks while looking contemptuous, "You're just a small designer now, do you think Mr. Walsh will come to your door if he knows your whereabouts? After all, he didn't have the person he wanted that year, regrettably, he wanted you for a long time."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Selena asked, "Isn't it just a video?"

Without waiting for Ms. DeVore's answer, she reached out and pushed her into the cubicle.

Ms. DeVore, after all, was thirty-five years old and not as physically fit as Selena, so she directly fell heavily.

"Selena! What are you trying to do?!"

Selena didn't answer her, but opened the lid of the toilet and pressed her head in with one hand, sharply.

She didn't forget to take out her own phone to take a picture.

The school's toilets were not always cleaned and disinfected, and Ms. DeVore's nostrils were filled with that fishy smell.

She was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit, and her face was so pale that she had to hold the wall and throw up.

But Selena again, with a heavy effort, pressed the person in again.

After taking a fifteen-second video, Selena let go of the person.

"Ms. DeVore, take good care of that video, or else the part about you eating toilet water will be posted on Harvard University's official website, and then all the students will know that you have this hobby."

Ms. DeVore couldn't respond to her anymore, and was so disgusted that she vomited on the sidelines, her stomach churning.

When Selena had been falsely accused of plagiarism in the past, she had tried to defend herself, but no one had believed what she said.

Ms. DeVore came forward at that time, saying that she was willing to believe her and to take her to the organizer's side to explain.

Selena naturally trusted her as a teacher, and the so-called organizer was T. Rowe Price's Cassius.

Cassius has been eyeing Selena for a long time, and when Ms. DeVore brought her there, he immediately removed the mask of gentleness.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

And Selena's most trusted teacher, was also there but by the side, video shooting.

How desperate she was at that time, she didn't even care about plagiarism anymore, even graduation was done online, so she kind of wretchedly fled from Harvard University and fell into disrepute. "Vomit."

Ms. DeVore continued to throw up, the last vestiges of blood gone from her face.

Selena stepped out of the cubicle, stood quietly at the sink and washed her hands, took another look at her makeup to make sure it was correct before she opened the bathroom door. Someone outside the door was raising his hand, as if to knock.

Mia looked at Selena and a look of surprise crossed her eyes, "Selena?!"

The sound of Ms. DeVore's dry heaving still came from inside the bathroom cubicle, and Mia glanced inside in confusion.

"What brings you to my school, and what's going on in there?"

Selena's eyelashes didn't even flutter, the corners of her mouth curved up, "I met an employer earlier and invited me to the painting exhibition today, as for inside, I'm not sure, I didn't lock the door." Mia was still familiar with her and looked at her with a smile.

"That painting you revised for me last time won me first place in the school! Now it's being sent out to compete, so why don't you wait for me for a while, I'll fix a lipstick and buy you dinner later!" "Maybe next time, my employer is still waiting."

A touch of loss crossed Mia's face, "Okay then, is it okay if I call you later?"

Selena returned to the lobby, Henry just finished talking with his partner, came over, found Ms. DeVore was not there, and puzzled, he asked.

"Where is Ms. DeVore, Department Chair?"

"She said she had to go to the bathroom, I guess she met someone and might be exchanging a few words."

Henry also stopped caring, but sighed a sentence, "She is a career-oriented woman, the reputation between the students is also good, I see you are so familiar, she helped you before?"

Selena laughed a little, no one could have imagined that she had just slapped Ms. DeVore.

"Yes, she helped me a lot, so now that I've graduated, I'm always thinking about how to repay her and my alma mater, but unfortunately, I was probably the worst in that graduating class, so I can't talk about giving feedback to the school." "You're being presumptuous, who doesn't know your name in the interior designer world now."

Selena was about to reply when her shoulder was bumped hard and she frowned and looked at the person who had bumped her.

It was a young girl, the same age as Mia, probably a student at this school.

The girl turned around, looked at her, and didn't say sorry, but walked quickly forward.

Selena saw that the direction she was going was where the restroom had just been and raised her eyebrows lightly.