Tycoon's favorite wife: I am enough to match with you のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

"Think about it, how could those heirs of the financial tycoons let us commoners rise up?" Agatha said coldly, "I was naive, I'm leaving."Agatha felt hopeless and stood up to leave.Seeing this, Heloise couldn't help but chuckle, "If you've pinned all your hopes on the Peak Summit Conference, why give up now?"Hearing this, Agatha turned back, her beautiful eyes looking at her, "Yes, before I came here, I pinned all my hopes on the Peak Summit Conference. I thought you were different, someone who could accomplish great things. But when I arrived here, the Peak Summit Conference didn't even have a venue, and I don't even know if the sponsors are real or not. We couldn't even get the school's approval...""Whether I can get the university's approval is my business, what does it have to do with you? All you need to do is provide me with competitions, win awards, and climb higher and higher," Heloise interrupted in an indifferent tone."Do you have an

One, Heloise, this student, is too lively; two, by aligning with the Peak Summit Conference and the Talent Society, it will offend the financial magnates behind the Talent Society, which is not worth it."I heard that Abel's family makes fake certificates, and they're quite realistic. Please, leaders, take a careful look, don't be fooled by a few medals," Fred said sarcastically."Sis Heloise makes a good point. The Talent Society is just the Talent Society, always barking louder than others," Jessy chimed in.This time, Abel, who didn't fake certificates, remained calm and even raised the level of sarcasm.The other students couldn't help but burst into laughter."..."Fred's face turned cold, wanting to curse but being restrained by Tricia.She didn't want to get into an argument; she wanted Heloise to fail at organizing the Peak Summit Conference.While they laughed, the university leaders diligently examined the regulations

"......"Tricia's smile froze."Are you dreaming?" Fred said coldly."Abel, help the university leaders organize the materials again. When they come back, ask the leaders to stamp..." Heloise paused, then fixed her gaze on the principal. "Your Excellency, Principal, there shouldn't be any other issues, right?"Her calm demeanor made the principal somewhat uneasy, and after a while, he nodded. "If they can come back within three minutes and firmly join the Peak Summit Conference, then there shouldn't be any other issues."Impossible... right?"Can we enjoy the same resources as the Talent Society?" Heloise asked again.The principal frowned and said, "That depends on the strength of the Peak Summit Conference itself. Initially, we will open up some competition resources. As long as you win awards, fairness will naturally follow."As the principal spoke, he looked at Fred. If those few students returned, he would have no excuse.

"Today, the Peak Summit Conference was established. I ordered a cake to celebrate with the members. This is the first slice. I brought it back. Do you want to have some?" Heloise squatted there, looking at him calmly, and said lightly.At the mention, Reginald's gaze paused, his voice slightly husky, "You want to share your success with me."Share?Heloise was taken aback. No, she was just worried that he would be upset about what happened during the day and thought it wouldn't hurt to be a little attentive. But she didn't know what to buy. Abel bought the cake, so she... just took a slice.She didn't deny it.Reginald extinguished his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and looked at the cake in her hand with a determined gaze. Suddenly, his expression turned cloudy.A faint curve formed on his thin lips. "It seems I misunderstood."She was so eager to share her success with him. How could she think of escaping from him?She loved

"At Mr. Wordsworth's, taming horses is always exhilarating. No matter how wild the horse, once it's under Mr. Wordsworth's control, it behaves just as he wants.""Indeed, every time Mr. Wordsworth appears, I dare not approach. I'm afraid the horse arena will turn into a battlefield, with bloodshed all around.""Mr. Wordsworth looks tired, let him come down."One by one, they stepped forward eagerly, wanting to help the person dismount.Sitting atop the horse was Reginald. He glanced coldly at the people below, then elegantly swung his long legs and dismounted, tossing the reins to Ben, who had been waiting nearby.Reginald took off his gloves and helmet, throwing them aside, ignoring the group of people, and headed straight for the large umbrella ahead.Seated under the umbrella was the President, dressed in a white shirt with a vest, looking at a tablet in his hand. When he saw Reginald approaching, he immediately gestured for a servant bes