The Queen They Buried

Chapter 270

Aubree accepted the gift without a second thought. On the first day of school, eager to show off her new wheels,

she drove Bowen and Alvin to Rithol University to register for the new semester.

Notably, Alvin had also applied to Rithol University. While Rithol University had its own Fine Arts School, it was

still not quite on par with the renowned Rithol Art School.

Today was registration day for all departments at Rithol University. Before Aubree could even reach the main

gate, her car got completely gridlocked, leaving her no choice but to park nearby and walk the rest of the way.

“Bad call. We should've just taken a cab,” Aubree said, a little annoyed. She'd originally planned to park on

campus.

“All the same. Just here to register.”

Before the treached the university gates, they spotted red welcbanners strung up across the entrance.

Upperclassmen volunteers were stationed at the gate, assisting the steady stream of freshmen and their parents

as they slowly navigated the crowd, arms laden with suitcases and bags of all sizes.

“Fine Art School is in the other direction. | can go by myself,” Alvin said. The sign showed that the registration

points for the Fine Art School and the Finance Department of Economics School were in opposite directions.

Aubree, Bowen, and Alvin hadn't arrived particularly early, so by the tthey got there, most of the new

students had checked in. A few volunteers in red vests were lounging under a pop-up tent, chatting and taking a

break from the morning rush.

Spotting Aubree and Bowen, someone nudged their friends and called out, “Hey, hey, check out that good-

looking pair!”

One of the students murmured, “Don’t these two look familiar?”

“Oh my god! Isn't that the big shot from Turner Group?”

Another exclaimed, “Wait, isn’t that Aubree Miller?”

“The guy next to her. Is that Bowen Turner?”

All of them were from Economics School, so they weren't just familiar with Aubree and Bowen. They practically

idolized them. Unbeknownst to Aubree, many students at Economics Shool of Rithol University had quietly begun

to see her as their role model.

Many graduating seniors couldn’t help but wonder why Bree Technology hadn’t shown up for the fall campus

recruitment.

“Didn’t she rank third in the SAT? No way she’s actually joining our department, right?”

“With academic achievements like hers, does she even need to study here? | bet even her professors can’t

match her stellar record!”

As they looked around, they spotted Aubree walking over. She asked, “Hi, is this the registration point for the

Finance Department?”

The students eagerly responded, “Yes, the Finance Department at Rithol University is right here!”

Aubree, in a spaghetti-strap mini dress, was absolutely stunning in the sweltering heat. When she offered a coy

smile, even the upperclassman volunteers guiding them were instantly captivated, left momentarily dazed.

The guys couldn't help but think, “Wow, she is gorgeous!”

Especially the guys. If they weren't trying to figure out whether she was Aubree Miller, they'd probably be

scrambling to get her attention now.

Amassing a nine-figure fortune by starting her own business at eighteen was worlds apart from being a trust

fund baby with the sameworth. The latter might be enviable, but it was the self-made success that truly

inspires those young people in their prime.

“Well, are you Aubree Miller?” one of the male students asked hesitantly.

Aubree signed her nwith a faint smile and replied, “If it's that Aubree Miller you have in mind, then yes.”

“Wow! You're my idol! Lettake you to dorm registration!”

The guy's eyes lit up, and he practically tripped over himself in his eagerness to help.

“No, thanks. Please pointin the right direction,” Aubree replied. Bowen, who had been standing nonchalantly

aside, instantly dropped his relaxed demeanor. In two quick strides, he stepped forward and blocked the guy with

his arm, his eyes suddenly sharp and full of warning.

Surrounded by vibrant young university students, Bowen couldn't help but feel like he was in a sea of potential

rivals.

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Before Bowen's guarded expression could fully form, the guy suddenly turned to him, eyes blazing with

excitement. “Wait, are you Bowen Turner? The Bowen Turner from Turner Group?”

Bowen nodded hesitantly. The guy’s reaction instantly escalated. “Oh my god! It's Bowen Turner, in the flesh!”

Aubree couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Bowen's expression gradually stiffen. “This is Economics

School, she thought, amused. ‘Did he misunderstand how his entrepreneurial fwould be received here?’

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