Chapter 513

Chapter 513:

After breakfast, Fernanda caught a ride to school with Ector, leaving Kevin deflated on the couch, nursing his regrets for not voicing his question. To distract himself, he fired up another video game, letting his frustrations out on virtual challenges.

Fernanda arrived at school, made a quick stop at her dorm for her books, and hurried off to her first class. Her day was back-to-back with lectures that stretched into the evening, not ending until nine.

As the semester hurtled toward its finale and finals loomed, the pressure to focus on her studies intensified.

After her last lecture, Fernanda called Cristian, quickly recounting the paparazzi ordeal but leaving out the details about the high-speed chase.

She laid out her plan for him.

“Are you sure about this?” Cristian’s voice crackled through the phone, tinged with concern. “This could really stir the pot once it gets out.”

“It won’t,” Fernanda assured him confidently. “I’ve got a handle on it.”

Comforted by her conviction, Cristian offered a few parting reminders before hanging up.

The call ended, and the ghost of a smile on Cristian’s face vanished, replaced by a firm set to his lips.

A news studio keeping an eye on him for gossip?

He nursed a vague suspicion about the unfolding events, though nothing was certain yet.

Still, he had to admit, Fernanda’s approach seemed solid. If it could reveal the person behind it, it would be a win.

Two days later, the anticipated headline hit the stands.

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As predicted, the piece hinted that Fernanda was playing the field—seen leaving the Reed estate with Bobby only to have Cristian whisk her back to the Morgans’ solo.

The article was crafty, light on facts but heavy on innuendo, tossing out leading questions to the public:

“What’s really going on between Cristian, Bobby, and Fernanda?”

“How did Cristian and Fernanda coax Bobby into leaving them behind at the car?”

“What went down during that ride back with Cristian?”

“Does Bobby realize there is something going on between them?”

“Is the drama among the wealthy families always this intense?”

These provocative questions were far juicier than mere speculation. Fernanda lounged in her dorm chair, nibbling on a peach as she scanned the latest gossip with avid interest.

The peach was out of season and lacking in sweetness, but the unfolding drama more than made up for it.

Flipping through various news articles, she quickly pinpointed the original source of the story.

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