"Ghania, once you’re overseas, rember to study hard and keep close to your teacher. While your teacher might not be as prestigious as Mr. Norton, he still has a significant status in the music world outside of China. His willingness to help you apply for a spot at Curtis Music Academy shows that he sees potential in you as a student."
Ghania obediently humd in agreent, appearing tender and docile, but sowhat distracted as she clutched her phone tightly, her eyes frequently darting to the car window. Only when she saw the swiftly passing scenery did her mood stabilize.
Ivy Wilmar was also in the car, and upon seeing Ghania, her expression stiffened, yet her deanor had improved considerably compared to before. After all, she hadn’t expected Steven to be willing to secure a Hall of Fa music academy study abroad placent for Ghania. Ghania had pretty much given up halfway before, but now things weren’t as straightforward, so naturally, Ivy’s attitude couldn’t remain as indifferent as before: "Have you completed the withdrawal procedures from Tsinghua University?"
Ghania had been looking at the scenery outside the car window. Hearing the question, she turned her head back, smiled slightly, and replied with composed confidence: "Yes, it’s all taken care of."
"Hmm." Ivy took her platinum bag, opened it, reached inside, and pulled out a wallet, handing over a stack of foreign currency to Ghania: "Take this cash for now."
She then took a bank card from the wallet and said indifferently: "Additionally, your uncle and I have prepared a card for you. There’s so money in it, enough to support you abroad for a while. We’ll also transfer funds to this card periodically in the future."
Ghania indeed needed money. Being abroad is different from being at ho—she would definitely need money for everything, and to blend into the overseas upper society, she would require both money and packaging. Hence, she didn’t put on a show of politeness with Ivy and, after a bit of token resistance, accepted the cash and bank card she was offered.
Myles Sullivan saw her accept the money, his eyebrows relaxed, and a rare smile appeared on his lips as he said in good spirits: "You’re in luck this ti. Study hard abroad, and you’ll still have opportunities in the future!"
Myles Sullivan didn’t specify what opportunities lay ahead, but everyone in the car was smart enough to understand the implication of his words—whether it was Ivy or Ghania.
Nathalie Quinlan has been like a mountain weighing down on their heads.
As for Ghania, there’s no need to even ntion it.
She has been down on her luck lately.
When Myles Sullivan and Ivy initially decided to invest in Ghania, they too felt the pressure of Nathalie Quinlan keeping Ghania firmly beneath her. Now, of course, that Ghania could turn her fortunes around ant that they could share in the sense of triumph.
"I understand." Ghania held the bank card the Sullivan Family had prepared for her, looking obedient and gentle, an image of serene tilessness: "I won’t let Uncle and Auntie down!"
If Nathalie thinks the world is only as big as the dostic scene, she is mistaken. In China, the Yancey Family is indeed at the pinnacle of the Pyramid, but there’s also a vast world outside, with complex and intertwined powers. Besides, there’s a place called the Illegal Zone, where the Yancey Family might be nothing more than an insignificant speck, even though they are paramount in Beijing!
She, on the other hand, has more opportunities than Nathalie to connect with those at even higher levels!
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Ghania continued to daydream about her bright future.
Myles Sullivan and Ivy also changed their previously cold and disdainful attitude towards her, incessantly showing concern and instructing her on matters related to going abroad.
Myles Sullivan even gave her several overseas phone numbers, telling her she could contact these people if she encountered any issues.
It was evident that these connections were likely the Sullivan Family’s overseas network.
Ghania carefully stored the piece of paper with Myles Sullivan’s numbers, all the while sneakily checking her phone.
On the phone, discussions were rapidly fernting about the rumor that this year’s Top Scholar in College Entrance Examination might have been kidnapped at age 11, with many people already talking about the incident.
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