Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 567

“I bet that’s why he never appears in public. That face is a lethal weapon!”

“Hehe, I heard a rumor that he and Mr. Tate are… close. Any guesses who’s on top?”

“Nonsense, Mr. Schwartz has a fiancée!”

“A fiancée?”

This piece of news sent the students into an even more frenzied discussion.

“He has a fiancée and that Yolanda from the other class still had the nerve to throw herself at him? So shameless!”

“Someone in the communications program said Mr. Schwartz smiled at her. You don’t think he’s planning on making her his mistress, do you?”

“Please, rich guys have standards too! Yolanda? What does she have to offer?”

“If I were Mr. Schwartz…” a boy mumbled, his gaze finally landing on Juniper, his expression turning shy, “I’d definitely choose the goddess.”

Their goddess was beautiful and brilliant… and come to think of it, the two of them looked pretty good together.

“Pfft!” his friend beside him retorted mercilessly. “Go find a mirror. Who are you to be so picky?”

Juniper frowned slightly, unable to understand the appeal. This old man was that popular?

“Eclara University is my alma mater, and I have always held a deep affection for it. I hope to see it continue to flourish. Thank you.”

After a few brief remarks, Shanley sat back down.

Next, the host took the stage, beaming. “And now, please welcome this year’s top scholar, Juniper Payne, to deliver the freshman representative’s address.”

As soon as the host finished speaking, a startlingly loud round of applause erupted from the guest section.

The faculty members turned in unison to see that the one clapping so enthusiastically was none other than Shanley himself. Startled, they quickly joined in, ensuring their applause was no less vigorous than the tycoon’s.

“What? No speech?”

“How could such a mistake happen at such an important event?”

The professor in charge of this segment felt his face go pale. He struggled to remain calm as he tried to solve the problem. “Contact the communications department! Have them send the file over so we can print it.”

If they acted now, they could still fix this.

“There’s no one in the office. The original file is on the computer,” came the swift reply. “It’ll take fifteen minutes to get back and transfer it.”

Fifteen minutes? The professor looked at the displeased expressions of the university leaders and guests on the stage, his heart pounding in his chest.

They had other events scheduled; there was no way they would wait fifteen minutes for her. It was over. There was no way Juniper had memorized such a long speech. Their options were to have her leave and cut this part of the ceremony, or let her improvise.

Either choice was a disaster. The professor felt like he was suffocating.