Two Reborn, One Throne novel Chapter 189

"Impressive. Punching above her weight like that. I severely underestimated her. Flipping her dad's pocket change into hundreds of thousands, and now aiming for six million. The Little Fox really goes all out. Isn't she afraid of a market crash?"

Trading was highly volatile. If she failed, she wouldn't get that two million back, and she and her dad would literally be sleeping on the streets.

No wonder she refused to say a word when he tried to interrogate her the other day. To scheme at this level... Sharif actually felt a twinge of regret. A three-year, two-billion-dollar sponsorship? He was practically getting scammed. He should have offered her ten billion.

She truly was a fox!

Far away in the library, actively trading, Amber suddenly let out a sharp sneeze.

Sharif's assessment was entirely correct. Two billion over three years was nothing more than a number to Amber.

"Mr. Madison, surely you're joking. Has anything she set her sights on ever failed?" Julian didn't think Sharif needed to doubt her. Back during her interview, the files she presented had already proven her capabilities. He just never expected that as time went on, the sheer scale of her talent would continue to shock them.

"Mr. Madison, I am incredibly eager to see what kind of tech and projects she hands over after the Exam." If it were possible, Julian genuinely wanted to work under Amber. Every day was packed with surprises, and she operated with such fierce momentum.

Sharif glanced at him. "Let's just see if she actually gets her scholarship for the Exam first. She'd better not screw it up."

Julian couldn't suppress his grin. "Mr. Madison, Amber won't have any issues. Even though she missed an entire subject in the fifth mock exam, she scored perfectly on everything else. With that kind of talent..." Julian wanted to say, *Praising her won't kill you.*

He clearly cared and paid close attention, yet stubbornly refused to give her vocal credit. If he didn't believe in her, would he have broken protocol to sign her? Would he have ordered Lyle to prepare specialized nutritional supplements and high-end skincare for her relatives when she left Harbor Heights?

Mr. Madison, keep playing tough if you want.

"The fifth mock exam isn't the actual Exam. Why am I getting the feeling you're far too invested in her?"

Sharif's index finger, which had been tapping rhythmically against the desk, stopped. His dark eyes released a pressure heavy enough to flay Julian alive.

Julian smirked slightly. "Me? Mr. Madison, this is strictly professional. Rest assured, my attention on her is entirely based on the Group's sponsorship interests. The moment she jeopardizes the company's assets or breaches her contract, I will report it immediately and terminate the agreement."

He was the chief executive assistant, after all; his professionalism was ironclad.

Sharif gave him a side-eye. His handsome face betrayed no emotion as he casually asked, "Right. What is she doing right now? I mean, the prep period has started. She's not at school, not at home. Why is she at the library?"

Julian had wondered the same thing, but after hearing the bodyguards' report, it made sense. He just didn't know if he should tell Sharif. After a brief pause, Julian answered honestly, "She's... helping her classmate study."

"Amber, I memorized the questions."

Vance had no idea what Amber was looking at. He just saw her eyes widen, followed by a slight smile. He could tell she was in a great mood.

Perfect. He was in a great mood too, and ready to write down his answers. But Amber didn't let him start writing. Instead, she ordered him to go outside and run for five minutes.

Vance was stunned. Amber simply stated, "I don't need you to just recite it perfectly right now. I need you to be able to write it down no matter what distracts you. Vance, go run outside for five minutes. If you come back and can still write it down, I'll let you take the practice test. If not... keep memorizing."

Vance: "..."

How long was this going to take? More importantly, if he went outside and ran for five minutes, forget memorizing the questions—the questions would recognize him, but he wouldn't recognize them.

Amber's concerns were completely justified.

"Give it a try. Go." Amber urged. Vance dawdled, wanting to argue he should just keep memorizing, but he had already committed to it. So, he went out to try. He ran for five minutes, and right as he was coming back inside, someone brushed past him, walking straight toward Amber.