CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 165: MAKING A CALL

So this was her true purpose.

Selena Quinn took it, glanced at it, and found the flyer to be quite simple.

The background was Seraphina Redgrave’s painting "Tower," with a single line written: "Where you stand depends on yourself, it has nothing to do with others!"

"Naive!"

Caleb Crawford slapped the flyer onto the conference table: "No one would seriously dare go, would they? This goes against our Elite Society! Who does she think she is?"

"Don’t underestimate it."

Selena Quinn looked at the flyer in her hand: "This painting ’Tower’ is truly outstanding and has a strong inciting power, not to mention those academic prodigies we’ve always excluded from our Elite Society."

Those people don’t even need to be incited; they can directly join Seraphina Redgrave’s camp.

Seraphina Redgrave isn’t brainless; ever since discovering the Elite Society’s insider dealings, she began planning all of this.

Every single detail was strategically placed for today’s eruption.

To humiliate the Elite Society.

And then make her Defiance Society rise to fame.

It’s an unbelievably calculated trade.

No, there’s something more.

Serena Lowell’s cheating scandal blew up so badly that the school already ordered her to drop out.

This isn’t just revenge on Serena Lowell but a warning to all of them.

"The flyer states, no regard for family background, only strength. She will provide resources to those with abilities."

Someone highlighted the most emotionally stirring line from the flyer.

"Dream on, she wants to offer resources to those commoners; she doesn’t even have resources herself! Just the contests we enter, she can’t even afford the entry fees!" Caleb Crawford laughed coldly.

"You’re not aware; many conglomerates have already invested in Sylvia Shaw’s Defiance Society."

The girl sitting across from Caleb spoke up: "Even the Southern Shaw Family invested, and it’s clearly written on the back of the flyer. Unless Seraphina is bluffing, but she wouldn’t be stupid enough to lie about something like this, would she?"

Selena Quinn turned to that page of the flyer and found it to be true.

There were indeed many investing companies.

Seraphina had long made thorough preparations.

"How did she manage to secure these sponsors?"

Selena Quinn couldn’t comprehend.

These companies have nothing to do with the Sterling, so it wasn’t Ethan Sterling who found them for her, but how could Seraphina secure so many on her own...

"There are also many rising companies, like this one developing social software; its app store data has already surpassed Sterling’s shopping software."

Caleb Crawford gritted his teeth, not understanding how Sylvia Shaw managed to be so formidable.

"With these big companies sponsoring, the Defiance Society certainly won’t lack funds. Are we really going to compete against those commoners for supremacy?"

A boy frowned as he spoke.

It wasn’t just her feeling anxious; among those present, few were admitted based solely on their actual abilities.

The school built up the Elite Society entirely to mislead people and prove they had both wealth and brains, but how much brainpower there was, remained questionable.

If the Defiance Society actually became strong, then the Elite Society...

Selena Quinn pressed her lips: "Their club hasn’t gotten school approval yet, so it may not truly become an official club."

This sentence reminded Caleb, who stood up: "I’ll go to the headmaster immediately and cut off the Defiance Society’s chance to become an official club."

After Caleb left, everyone noticed Selena Quinn’s troubled expression and offered words of comfort.

"Selena, if you’re feeling upset, just say it."

"Yeah, whatever the Defiance Society is, it definitely won’t even get a chance to start."

"That Shaw definitely won’t succeed; watch her become the school’s laughingstock."

Selena Quinn sat there, her expression dreadful, realizing that currently, their Elite Society was the real joke, and if Defiance Society truly became official...

In the classroom, Ronan Yates was excitedly holding a stack of application forms, nearly jumping with joy: "Seraphina, this is amazing, so many people submitted applications just this morning."

Seraphina Redgrave sat on a chair, eating a strawberry candy: "Many were merely incited by me. The people we recruit must genuinely have ability. Not only must they be capable, but also have strong mental fortitude."

Select quality over quantity.

Since the world isn’t fair, she’ll create fairness.

She would arrange various exams to find truly capable students from among those who applied.

Seraphina Redgrave sat in the classroom, continuously searching on the computer, browsing through a mess of competitions to select questions.

Ronan Yates looked at the forms on the table, then cautiously asked: "Seraphina, are those sponsorships real? Should I get you some fake stamps from big companies? I can do that."

Very impressive.

Seraphina looked up at Ronan: "Those sponsorships are legitimate; no fake stamps needed."

"Really?" Ronan looked at Seraphina with a face full of shock, "Seraphina, did you actually persuade so many companies to sponsor you? When did you do all this? Did you succeed so quickly? These aren’t just random small companies?"

How did she persuade them? Just informing Hector Shaw was enough, given that these companies were all hers.

Just as she was about to speak, she noticed a message on her phone.

"Ethan Sterling: Haven’t thought of me yet?"

Seraphina Redgrave felt helpless.

She was so busy each day that her feet barely touched the ground, having no time for anything else. How could Ethan Sterling, as the president of the largest conglomerate in the Z country, be so leisurely?

She closed the message to continue reviewing questions but saw another message.

"Ethan Sterling: Still not calling?"

As Seraphina was about to turn off her phone, yet another message came:

"Ethan Sterling: I think you might miss me to death soon, so I’ve decided to come to the school to find you."

This message clearly sounded like a threat; if she didn’t call, Ethan Sterling would immediately follow her to school.

So annoying.

Oh, well, call it is.

Seraphina Redgrave stood up, walked out of the classroom, and after a few steps turned back to instruct Ronan: "Keep the application forms secured; from now on, you’re the vice president of the Defiance Society."

Hearing this, Ronan was stunned, looking at Seraphina with a face of exaggerated joy: "Vice president? Seraphina, you think so highly of me? I don’t even need to take tests?"

Although he was admitted to Sovereign College through his own skill, he was far from having sss level.

"Don’t overthink." Seraphina said flatly, sucking on her candy, "You’re just helping me out; I’ll pay you."

"Alright then." Ronan sighed but quickly regained his joy, "No need for money; it’s an honor to work for you, Seraphina!"

As soon as he said it, a bank card was tossed into his arms.

Ronan looked at Seraphina’s decisively departing figure, and the words "no need" were forcefully swallowed back.

Holding the card, Ronan’s expression turned strange.