Todos os capítulos de Mr. Vagrant & Ms. No Money: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Miss Kirsten was taken aback, not expecting Mrs. Rivera to speak of the Rivera family's eldest daughter in such a way. Naturally, she was unaware of the animosity between Isabella and Regina. Seeing that Miss Kirsten was silent, Regina made her intentions clear, "I hope you won't admit Isabella to the school. This is also for the sake of the school's reputation. We don't want her to tarnish it." Miss Kirsten finally understood; Mrs. Rivera clearly disliked the eldest daughter of the Rivera family. It seemed the rumors that Mrs. Rivera was a stepmother were true. Given that someone of Mrs. Rivera's status had personally made this call, Miss Kirsten immediately realized she couldn't afford to offend such an influential figure. She quickly agreed, "I understand Mrs. Rivera's concerns. However, Isabella is already enrolled. It would be against school regulations to expel her without cause." Regina furrow

Isabella entered the exam room and found her assigned seat according to her exam ticket number. To her surprise, Jaden was seated right behind her. Jaden didn’t even glance at her, acting as if she was invisible. Isabella was about to sit down but hesitated. The previous two incidents were clearly Jaden's doing. Would he give up so easily after failing? She remained standing, and Jaden looked up at her, seemingly anxious about her not sitting down. Isabella's suspicions were confirmed—something was definitely wrong with the seat. She inspected the desk and chair closely but found nothing unusual at first. Looking again more carefully, she noticed a barely visible thin line on one of the chair legs, as if it had been tampered with. Isabella smirked slightly, realizing Jaden’s amateurish plan.

The class erupted into a chorus of discussions, voices raising uncontrollably. "I was shocked when I saw the list this morning. I never thought Isabella would be the top scorer this time." "How is this possible? Wasn't she the one who scored zero on the college entrance exam? Now she's got perfect scores? Unbelievable." "I heard her college entrance exam scores were actually the highest, but her interview scored zero. The school’s record only showed her interview score, omitting her written exam results." "Wow, so Isabella is the real top student!" Some still doubted, "Maybe she cheated too. With how advanced cheating methods are these days, who knows? She can't be lucky every time. She'll slip up eventually, just like Jaden did." Isabella finally understood why everyone had been staring at her earlier—they already knew the exam results. 

Isabella’s face went stiff. If she kept arguing with this shameless man, she was bound to dig her own grave. She decided to yank him up and push him out of the bathroom. "Hurry up and go out! Nature calls!" she said as she shut the bathroom door with a click. Lucius, still amused, lazily sauntered over to Isabella’s bed and plopped down, resuming his sleep. Mmm, her bed smelled so good, a comforting fragrance that filled his senses. Lucius contentedly closed his eyes. When Isabella finished in the bathroom and came out, she saw the man sprawled out on her bed, once again taking up the whole space. Instantly, she felt a wave of despair wash over her. "Wake up, this is my bed. You need to sleep in the bathtub," Isabella said, shaking him helplessly. But Lucius was already deep in dreamland, completely unresponsive. Isab

Lucius saw that Isabella was dressed in casual wear and asked, “For a tennis tournament, shouldn’t you be wearing a proper tennis outfit?” Isabella shook her head, “Those specialized sports outfits are too expensive, and I didn’t have time to buy one. My main goal is the prize money. As long as I win, that’s all that matters. I’m not too concerned about anything else.” As she quickly put on her jacket, she continued, “I was planning to drag you in as a last-minute partner if I couldn’t find anyone for doubles. But since you’re still recovering from your injury and shouldn’t be doing intense exercise, it worked out that the school assigned me a partner. That’s one problem solved.” Finally, she grabbed her backpack, ran out the door, and called back to him, “I won’t be back for lunch. You’ll have to handle it yourself.” Without paying any attention to Lucius’s dejected look, which resembled the Titanic