The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

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Tristan kept pacing back and forth across his study while FaMo was sitting on the couch, his eyes following Tristan's movement inside the room.

Today was the day the result of Zhen-Zhen's examination would be released. They were waiting for the generated email that would be sent to the examinees.

Aside from that, they would also post the top 10 examinees on the websites of the Department of Higher Education. The top 10 examinees would receive a scholarship program as a token for topping the examination.

Zhen-Zhen was sitting on the couch together with FaMo while facing the laptop. Among the three, it was Tristan who looked very tense about the result. He felt uneasy and nervous but at the same, he was excited to know if Zhen-Zhen was able to pass the examination.

"Tristan, are you not tired of standing and walking around. Come here, sit beside me." Zhen-Zhen said, inviting him to sit down for a moment.

'Yeah, make him sit down, Zhen-Zhen. I feel dizzy by just watching him moving around this room.' FaMo said to Zhen-Zhen, complaining.

'FaMo, come here. I will massage your head.' Zhen-Zhen offered him after hearing his complaint.

FaMo immediately moved on Zhen-Zhen's lap. She was petting his head while scanning Tristan's email on the laptop.

"Zhen-Zhen, did the result arrive?" Tristan asked her, sitting beside her.

"Not yet. There's no new message on your inbox."

Tristan tugged his head while leaning his back on the couch. "Argh! This waiting is slowly killing me. What took them so long to send the result? They said they would send it by today."

Zhen-Zhen let out a soft giggle seeing Tristan's impatient reaction.

"Tristan, it's 10 o'clock in the morning. There's still a lot of time left before this day ends. They might send it by afternoon or by evening. So don't worry, we will see the result soon." Zhen-Zhen said, consoling Tristan.

Tristan averted his gaze to her. "Zhen-Zhen, why do I feel like I am the only one being nervous here? Don't you feel anxious at all about the result?"

Zhen-Zhen shook her head right away. Tristan just looked at her with disbelief.

"Tristan, why don't we watch a movie for a while to relax? You look so stressed today." Zhen-Zhen suggested.

FaMo's ears stood up when he heard Zhen-Zhen's suggestion. FaMo bobbed his head in agreement.

'Yes, Zhen-Zhen. It's been so long since the last time we watched a movie. Your exam is over. Ask Tristan to let you watch television again.' FaMo said pleadingly. He wanted to watch movies and different shows on television once again.

Zhen-Zhen wanted to laugh at FaMo. She didn't expect that he would get addicted to watching TV and those weeks without doing it made him suffer from boredom.

Tristan could only sigh and agree with Zhen-Zhen's suggestion. "Alright. Let's go."

Tristan and Zhen-Zhen stood up. She was carrying FaMo in her hands as they went out of Tristan's Study going to the living room. They were already outside the Study when Tristan's laptop suddenly beeped. He just received one new email. That's what the result they were waiting for since this morning.

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[ An Hour Ago Before The Result of Exam was sent to the Examinees… ]

In the Office of the Department of Higher Education, there was a ruckus going on. The board of examiners and committee of DOHE who crafted the test questionnaire for the Education Placement examination were having some kind of deliberation.

"Are you certain that there was no leakage in the test questionnaire we used for Educational Placement Examination this year?" The head of the committee asked everyone.

"Yes, of course. No one would dare to leak the questionnaire and the answer. We know the consequences once it happens. We cared so much about our job. We are doing this for a long time, why are you questioning our credibility now?" One member of the board of examiners responded to Committee Head

"That's true, no one among us would do that. What benefits would we get if ever we did that? Besides, why are you making a fuss about this? This was not a licensure examination." Another member of the board spoke up, defending themselves.

"Then how are we going to explain the result of this? Someone got the highest score this year. This was the highest score someone got in the history of this Educational Placement Examination."

"There's no leakage. I assure everyone. I can even bet my good reputation in this field for twenty decades. There are only two possible reasons why this happened. Either this examinee is indeed very lucky or this examinee is a genius."

"I don't think this is just mere luck." One member of the board mumbled to himself.

"Alright. We will further investigate this incident. For now, I am approving this result. You can now post the ranking of our Top 10 examinees with their corresponding scores on our websites. I am also giving the go signal to email the respective scores of all the Examinees in their personal email." The head of the committee announced to everyone.

"Noted, Madame!"

Finally, the deliberation was done. It was the reason why the posting and sending of results were delayed.

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The moment the result of the exam was posted, Liam was already checking the websites.

"Is the result already out, Mr. Clark?" One of his colleagues asked him.

She was sitting on her office desk opposite Liam's. She's the proctor assigned in room 407 where Zhen-Zhen took the exam. She was also the person who underestimated Zhen-Zhen, judging her quickly because of her physical appearance.

Liam nodded at her. "Yes. It's already out."

The woman also turned on her computer to check it by herself.

Liam's emerald eyes sparkled in delight the moment he saw a certain name in the ranking. His lips immediately curled up into a joyous smile.

"She made it…" he mumbled to himself.

Thud!

Liam's attention was caught when he heard that sound. He turned to that direction only to see the surprised expression of his colleague. She dropped her bottled water on the floor, her eyes and mouth were wide open while staring at the screen of her computer.

"How could this happen? Impossible..."