Chapter 161

Rapid footsteps echoed from the second-floor hallway. Everyone followed the commotion to Evelyn Langley's door.

Tiffany Lorenz sat slumped on the floor, two designer handbags scattered beside her. When the crowd poured in, she immediately let out a dramatic wail, kicking her legs wildly.

A perfect image of a vulgar shrew.

"Tiffany!" Patricia Lorenz rushed forward. "Get up, the floor is cold—"

"No! Not until Evelyn apologizes!" Tiffany jutted her chin defiantly.

Evelyn crossed her arms with a cold smile. "The floor's clean. Sit there as long as you like."

"You—"

Patricia's expression darkened. "Apologize for what? Explain yourself."

"She hit me!" Tiffany pointed to a red mark on her arm.

Patricia whirled around. "Evelyn, how could you lay hands on her?"

"My apologies, Aunt Patricia." Evelyn spoke leisurely. "I heard noises in my walk-in closet and thought it was a burglar." She glanced at the bags on the floor. "Though I wonder why Tiffany was rummaging through my wardrobe?"

Patricia froze. "She—she was probably just curious..."

"Do normal people sneak into others' closets?" Evelyn arched a brow.

Patricia shot her daughter a sharp glare. Tiffany shrank back.

"Just a misunderstanding," Victoria Langley interjected with a conciliatory smile. "Let's all go downstairs—"

A ringing phone cut her off. William Langley picked up his daughter's phone and accidentally hit speakerphone.

"Evelyn! Did you check your scores? Did you get into Harvard?" Sophia Laurent's bright voice exploded through the room.

The air turned to ice.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" The voice continued.

Evelyn swiftly took the phone. "Checking now."

After hanging up, every eye locked onto her. Even Tiffany forgot her theatrics.

"Ch-check what scores?" William's voice trembled.

"Graduate school entrance exam."

"You took the GRE?" Victoria's eyes widened.

"Yes."

Patricia scoffed. "Aren't you too old for grad school?"

"Aunt Patricia," Evelyn smiled, "the age limit is forty."

"Why suddenly—"

"Had free time."

Patricia choked on her words.

"Scores come out today?" Elizabeth Melville glanced at the laptop on the desk. "Tiffany, stop this. Let Evelyn check her results."

Tiffany's eyes gleamed as she brushed off her skirt and stood. "Since we're checking scores, let's all watch. My dear cousin must've aced it."

Her inner sneer was palpable. Harvard grad school? In your dreams.