Chapter 311 Hidden Intentions
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“You should’ve already known the Foster family is one of Claire University’s shareholders,” Henry said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten in.”
At that, Eliza immediately thought back to the summer when she received her acceptance letter.
She had assumed the school had done a background check and decided to admit her as a special case.
She never imagined–it had been because of Henry.
“Don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t doing you a favor,” Henry added. “Your grades and performance were more than enough. I just happened to mention your name in passing.”
Eliza frowned. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t pull any strings. At most, I put in a word. You earned your spot here on your own. I’m not the type to take credit where it’s not due.”
Just then, Soren came out from backstage.
He had been held up by a conversation with the university president.
As he stepped out, he spotted Eliza standing there with Henry.
Henry didn’t seem to recognize Soren–he just gave him a polite nod.
Eliza, on the other hand, tensed.
She was afraid Henry might notice how much Soren looked like Nolan. The resemblance was uncanny.
But thankfully, the backstage lighting was dim. Henry didn’t seem to pick up on anything.
“I’ve got something to do with a friend,” she said quickly. “We’ll catch up another time.”
Making up a random excuse, she grabbed Soren and started to walk away.
Henry didn’t press.
Eliza led Soren out of the building.
Soren glanced back at Henry, then asked, “That your friend?”
“Yeah. We went to high school together
“Why do I get the feeling you didn’t want me anywhere near him?”
Eliza immediately thought of Nolar–but she couldn’t say that out loud in front of Soren.
So she said, “He’s my fiancé. And he’s insanely jealous. If he saw how close we are, he might freak out.”
“But didn’t you just walk off with me right in front of him? Wouldn’t that make him even more upset?”
“It’s fine. I’ll just say I was helping escort a celebrity out of the building.”
Soren could tell she was lying–but since she didn’t want to explain, he didn’t push.
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Sure enough, he dropped the subject.
When they got outside, Eliza spotted the car Halbert had sent.
She checked the time: It was almost half an hour later than usual.
The art festival had run long. Halbert was probably worried, so he’d sent someone to wait.
“Did you drive here today?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll send you an address. Dinner’s on me tonight–as a thank–you for helping me get the synthetic skin”
“Sounds good.”
“Let’s use the back gate.”
Eliza kept her eyes on the main entrance.
She didn’t want Halbert’s people to catch her sneaking out with Soren.
“Good idea. If I walk out the front, it’ll definitely cause a scene.”
There were crowds of fans swarming the main entrance.
They held banners that read Welcome back, Soren!
If he walked out through there, the paparazzi would blow it up–and the old gossip would hit the headlines again.
In the nanny van parked nearby, Soren’s agent checked the time.
Still no sign of him.
Soren had a jewelry gala later that night. If they didn’t leave soon, they’d be late.
A moment later, the agent spotted Soren and Eliza sneaking out the back entrance.
He hadn’t expected them to meet again–especially not while fans were still camped out front.
“Quick, get out and bring Soren in.”
“Yes, sir.”
The assistant hopped out of the car and moved quickly to shield Soren and Eliza.
Even at the back gate, fans had gathered.
Without security, the car would’ve been mobbed.
The assistant gently guided the two of them, doing his best to draw attention away from Eliza.
After all, she wasn’t an employee–and she was clearly a young woman.
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Any fans who knew the company well would immediately catch on to who she was.
To avoid another media firestorm, the assistant ran full cover and got them both into the van.
Once Eliza and Soren were inside, Eliza finally got a full view of the chaos outside.
The fans looked like they wanted to chase the car down.
“Ms. Eliza, where would you like us to drop you off?” the assistant asked politely.
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Eliza was about to answer when Soren said, “We’re having dinner tonight. Eliza, send me the address–I’ll have them take us there.”
The agent, who had been silently watching from the front seat, froze.
Dinner?
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