“What if my daughter already has an official admission letter from Stanford or Harvard University?”
“Would that make the notarized agreement take effect immediately?“}
As soon as I said that, scoffs echoed through the room.
“She’s lost her mind chasing money. The scores just came out–how could anyone possibly have an acceptance letter already?” “And she claims it’s from Stanford or Harvard? What does she think–she can just wave a fake letter around and fool everyone?“% Hayden looked amused, assuming I was bluffing. Knowing I couldn’t touch the assets just yet, he relaxed visibly.
Only Jade’s body suddenly stiffened, a flicker of fear flashing across her eyes.}
The notary, though surprised by my claim, still nodded politely.§
“In theory, yes. If she already has a confirmed admission letter, the agreement would become immediately enforceable.“}}
With that confirmation, I slowly reached into my bag and pulled out a thick express delivery envelope.
“In that case,” I said calmly, “can you take a look at this and tell me if it qualifies?“}
As the notary opened the envelope and revealed its contents, gasps erupted around the room.
“A letter of admission… from Stanford–Harvard Joint University?!“}
Hayden’s face turned a shade of crimson before twisting into fury.”
“Gwen, you’ve really crossed the line! You forged a national college admission letter?!“}}
“Someone! Arrest her and take her to the police!“}
My daughter instinctively moved to shield me, panic written all over her face.}
But I stood firm, my voice calm and sharp. “Why are you so quick to call it fake? You haven’t even looked at it.”
“Why don’t you ask your precious Jade? Didn’t she say she studied under the president of Stanford? This letter bears his personal signature. She should recognize it, shouldn’t she?“}
All eyes shifted to Jade.
Her pupils contracted sharply. She tried to hold her composure but was clearly rattled.
“That signature could’ve been forged too! Anyone can download last year’s letters online and use them as a template–it’s not hard to fake.”
I almost laughed. I loved it when people refused to admit defeat until the final blow. It made their downfall so much more satisfying. Her words gave Hayden a sudden surge of confidence. He motioned for his men to seize me.
Just then, the banquet hall doors swung open.>
A group of people in official attire entered.}
“Excuse me, who here is Perrie Shaw?” the lead man asked.
Before anyone else could speak, Jade’s eyes lit up. She quickly shoved my daughter forward.
“You’re here to arrest her, aren’t you? She’s the one who cheated! She used fake documents!“}
The man stepped closer, his voice steady but warm. “Are you Perrie?“}
My daughter was stunned but nodded cautiously.
The next moment, the man extended his hand.}
“Nice to meet you. I’m the president of Stanford–Harvard Joint University. I was truly impressed by your innovative problem–solving approach during our internal exam. I personally signed your early admission approval. Welcome to our academic family.”
Tears welled in my daughter’s eyes. And in that moment, my heart, heavy from two lifetimes of injustice, finally felt some peace.
In our previous life, after we fell to our deaths, I learned that the university president happened to be staying in this very hotel on a business trip. Upon reviewing the real exam scores, he reached out to offer Perrie a direct spot.
So, in my second life, aside from swapping out my daughter’s pen, I also asked her teacher to sign her up for the entrance exam jointly organized by Stanford and Harvard University. To my surprise, she actually earned a spot for a recommended admission.
As for the principal’s sudden appearance at the banquet–that was no coincidence. I simply tipped a waitress and asked her to reveal my daughter’s presence at just the right moment.
The room buzzed with astonishment as more people recognized the university president, confirming the letter’s authenticity.
Meanwhile, Jade stood frozen, her face pale as a sheet.}
“Jade,” I said sweetly, “didn’t you say you were taught by the president of Stanford? Why don’t you greet your mentor?”
“Oh?” The president looked intrigued.”
“One of my students is here too?”
He peered at her for a long moment, then frowned.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t recall ever having student like you. But perhaps my memory’s failing with age. What was your name again? I’ll have someone check which year you supposedly graduated.”
