Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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Chapter 182

Ephelia walked up to the podium confidently and adjusted the microphone to her height.

Everyone was patient as she completed her adjuments

She lifted her head and casually glanced over the comed.

Ophelia had an unspoken aura of authority that couldn't be ignored.

Those she glanced at tell a strange urge to willingly hand over their phones

Looking at those faces, both familiar and strange, Ophelia felt at ease.

Being in a different position really changed her perspective.

"Hello, I'm your new professor. My name is Ophelia Spencer," Her powerful voice echoed through the speakers. "Ophelia, what a beautiful name." The boy in the back row had stars in his eyes,

"Why does it sound kind of familiar?"

"Every girl's name sounds familiar to you."

"No seriously, this time it really does."

In the front row, Lesly stood up and scoffed, "Is that all you have for an introduction? Surely you have more to tell us?"

Lesly was convinced Ophelia had no impressive skills. If she did, she would have mentioned it in her introduction. Not saying anything else meant she didn't have any big achievements to talk about "My parents are paying for me to learn at Dellanex University. Did they hire such a lackluster professor!" The girl looked a Zackary

"Exactly Does just anyone get to teach at Dellanex now!"

A few girls were unhappy about it.

Ophelia's mere presence was enough to stir envy. Having someone like Ophelia in her early twenties, who looked ever younger than them, as their professor seemed like a bad joke.

"Oh, I remember now." The boy's voice boomed from the back, loud enough for everyone in the class to hear, and they al turned to look at him curiously.

"Ophelia. The founder of La Reverie. That's why her name sounds familiar. Didn't you guys know?" the boy said excitedly

The others were confused, "La Reverie?"

Yeah, even M.

Tyrus mentioned Ophelia's designs in class. She's the only designer from our country who's made it big the international scene.

"Didn't you know that? Don't go around claiming you're from Dellanex University's fashion design major if you don't evi know this. The boy's words hit like a surprise lightning strike.

The whole classroom erupted into chaos, and everyone turned back to look at Ophelia with changed expressions.

Lesly turned her eyes, sneaking a look at the person on the podium.

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She wondered. Is she really that amazing? Then why didn't she truce herself before?

International scene? Whatever. It's just a meaningless title Carly is mumber one in the country: Lesly was just being

stubborn

The boy snorted, "Seriously? A meaningless title? Have you ever heard of the Global Couture Design Competition? Let me clue you in Carly's not even on the radar to be invited. Ophelia on the other hand, is a champion. How clueless can you be?" "You Lesly was left speechless, clenching her teeth tightly.

The girls who initially thought Ophelia was just a pretty face suddenly fell silent, timidly lowering their heads, afraid that Ophelia might remember them.

Carly, who had been silent so far, was too shocked to speak after bearing the girl on the podium mention her name,

She thought, So, she is the legendary Oplselia. The young person whom Ms. Tyrus always mentioned with admiration.

I have explored her design works countless times. I never expected that such a legendary figure would appear here today. To my surprise, she is so young and beautiful.

Luckily, she's a professor, so at least she's not in the running for school belle.

Seeing that no one below had any more questions, Zackary breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ophelia on the podium. "Well, Ms. Spencer, I'll let you start the class. If there's any issue, feel free to contact me," said Zackary.

After Zackary left, the classroom was completely silent, especially Lesly, who had been leading the challenge earlier. She now wished she could vanish, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Any more questions? If not, I'll start the lecture Ophelia's tone was calm, showing no trace of emotion.

Her cold aura was intimidating, and the guys didn't dare to joke around.

They had never paid such close attention to a full 80-minute class before,

Not a single person was daydreaming, dozing, or checking their phones.

"Any questions on what we covered today?" asked Ophelia.

"No..." everyone answered in unison.

This class clarified two questions for Carly that she had wanted to ask Enzo, leaving her feeling enlightened.

"Class is over," Ophelia said, ending the class exactly on the dot.

A crowd gathered at the classroom entrance. In just one class period, word spread like wildfire through the design department. The brainy beauty from the forum wasn't a freshman or a counselor, but a professor in the fashion program She was a professor.

The whole school was buzzing about it, and Ophelia's information quickly appeared on the school forum.

"Ms. Spencer, please wait, Carly called out, catching up with her looking both respectful and a little scared. "Ms. Spencer, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I hope you won't hold it against me."

She had talked about giving Ophelia a hard time before, but now she didn't dare to.

Feeling guilty, she hoped Ophelia hadn't overheard what she had said. Chapter 189

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Caly thought. What if she overheard It's better to apologize Brst?

Timm Ophelia responded with a cold tone, still not warming up to Carly

To her previous life, Carly had trapped her in the bathroom to keep her from taking an exam, and Ophelia wasn't quick to torget such a thing.

But now, being a professor, she couldn't use her position for personal payback. It was tough.

"How can I get to the Centennial Library at Dellanex University Ophelia asked casually. She had known about the library in her previous life but had never visited it.

The campus was huge, and she knew it would take time to replace on her own.

"Hul? Do you want to go to the Centennial Library? I can take you there," Carly offered.

She couldn't pass up such a great opportunity to make a good impression.

With her books in her arms, Carly led the way.

Ophelia followed her, and as they walked, it was hard for people not to notice the two beautiful women.

After walking for ten minutes, Carly said, "Here we are, the Centennial Library."

Although it was called the Centennial Library, it had been renovated, keeping just enough of the old charm without messing up the looks.

Carly was curious. "Are you looking for a specific type of book? It's really large inside. Tell me the title, and I'll help you replace

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Seeing as Carly was offering assistance, Ophelia decided to take advantage. "I need books on the history of Dellanex's development." Carly was surprised. "What?"

Do they even have books like that?' wondered Carly.

Judging from Carly's expression, it was clear she didn't know.

Ophelia entered the library by herself. The place was vast and eerily silent, broken only by the occasional rustle of turning pages.

The books on each floor were neatly organized, but with the overwhelming number of volumes, it would take her a while t locate the specific titles she sought.