Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 61: Lottery Drawing

Lisa Webb didn’t ask further questions, leaning against the wall and earnestly reading a book.

"Next, let’s invite the freshman representative to speak." As soon as the principal said this, most of the girls in the audience started getting restless.

Moira Young was initially lost in thought, but was pulled back to reality by a sudden scream, and even Lisa Webb couldn’t help but be attracted to the speaker.

A tall boy with a sunny and arrogant demeanor walked onto the stage, dressed casually, hands in pockets, and a careless smile on his lips.

However, this familiar figure pierced into Moira Young’s eyes.

She froze, losing her composure.

"Hello everyone, I’m Heath Sterling." A simple self-introduction drew admiring gazes from the girls in the audience.

"Oh my gosh, he’s so handsome! His voice sounds so good! Quick! Let’s move forward so he can see us!" The girl who had been uttering sarcastic remarks couldn’t hold herself back anymore and tugged a few nearby girls to move forward.

Inadvertently, she stepped on Moira Young’s foot, causing Moira to frown but remain silent.

"That’s all I have to say." Adding this sentence, Heath Sterling had spoken only two sentences.

Several directors exchanged glances, finding the scene somewhat awkward, but the girls in the audience screamed again, prompting the principal to step in and ask everyone to stay calm.

"Students, I also quite like Heath Sterling’s carefree nature, more than you can imagine." The principal joked, "But everyone should keep a rational perspective, as there’s only one Heath Sterling and over a thousand girls in our university."

His words elicited laughter from the audience.

"Alright, let’s thank Heath Sterling for his speech—" Just as the principal finished speaking, the microphone was taken away by Heath Sterling.

"Sorry principal, let me say one more thing."

Suddenly, Heath Sterling’s gaze shifted from dismissive to something else, unrecognizable to anyone.

He said, "The only reason I was eager to come to Arden University is because of one reason."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to speak.

"A girl stole the most important thing from me."

Suddenly, Heath Sterling’s gaze locked onto Moira Young in the farthest corner, "I came here to get it back."

Most people in the hall were somewhat shocked, genuinely thinking someone had stolen something.

Moira Young stared blankly into Heath Sterling’s eyes, their confrontation bringing back scenes from over two years ago, suffocating her.

Only Moira Young knew that the thief Heath Sterling mentioned was her.

Moira Young now had nothing, and she couldn’t fathom what Heath Sterling intended to reclaim. Moira couldn’t figure it out.

Heath Sterling finished speaking and descended the stage, sitting beside Carter Porter, which made Moira realize how foolish she was, as the table in Carter’s dorm was full of racing cars. Heath Sterling was a racer, and one of the models was the car Heath used in a race that day.

How could she never have thought it was Heath Sterling’s spot!

"Junior! Consider us seniors!" A girl suddenly shouted from the crowd, but she didn’t stand up, leaving everyone unsure who it was.

Heath Sterling didn’t turn around, pretending not to hear.

"Alright, everyone quiet down, now it’s the raffle segment, I’ll announce the student ID and name of the winner, then come to the stage to receive the prize." A dean took the stage to control the scene.

Moira Young wasn’t interested in this segment, noticing Lisa Webb also seemed uninterested, and was about to ask her if they should leave.

"First prize, four years of tuition waived." As the dean spoke, students were shocked—never before had they heard a raffle could waive tuition, it was simply unbelievable...

"Lisa Webb, should we leave?" Moira Young asked softly.

Lisa Webb closed the book and held it in her arms, looking at the dean conducting the raffle on stage, "I still want to listen..."

"This very lucky student ID is 05321449 Moira Young!"

Moira Young’s nerves suddenly tensed, her body froze, her mind went blank—she’s always been unlucky, so how could she suddenly win such a big prize today...

Four years of tuition exemption is simply a heavenly surprise for Moira Young.

"Moira Young? That name sounds familiar."

"Yeah, it seems like I’ve heard it somewhere before."

"Isn’t she the illegitimate daughter of that big scammer Arthur Whitman?"

Everyone started discussing, and those who knew Arthur Whitman instantly understood who Moira Young was.

Moira Young never cared what others said, but it’s the first time she truly felt that everyone around was frantically searching for her figure, and the impact within her felt like being slashed across by a sharp blade.

She suddenly felt a bit afraid, wanting to flee from here.

"Which student is Moira Young? Is this student here? If you don’t come to claim the prize, it will be forfeited." The dean also joined everyone in searching for Moira Young’s figure.

Moira Young instinctively retreated, panicking.

"Professor, Moira Young is over there!" Thea Thorne suddenly stood up from her seat, turned around, and pointed to the position near the door at the back.

Everyone’s eyes focused on Moira Young, and facing the diversified glances, she felt as if transported back to the scene at Arthur Whitman’s interview.

The glances of everyone felt like excruciatingly painful flashlights to Moira Young, mercilessly capturing the pores of her trembling due to helplessness and fear, threatening to suffocate her any second.

Whether to leave or step up?

Moira Young gritted her teeth, if it were before, she would undoubtedly leave without hesitation.

But now, she slightly lifted her chin, her gaze firm, bravely taking the first step, courageously walking through the crowd.

Once, she was a pampered princess, but now, she swore to be her own queen.

Moira Young stepped up the stage to receive the prize, bowing deeply to the dean to express respect.

The opening ceremony ended, and everyone gradually dispersed.

The boys’ dormitory remained bustling, especially Heath Sterling’s room.

Besides Carter Porter, the other two roommates developed a keen interest in Heath Sterling’s words, gossiping just like the girls.

"Heath Sterling, who is the thief you mentioned? Why is she a girl? Did she steal your heart?"

Another roommate laughed, "How could it be! Who has such ability to steal Young Master Heath’s heart!"

Carter Porter returned with bottles of water, throwing one to each person, "Why are you all gossiping more than girls?"

Heath Sterling lay on the chair, legs propped on the table, glanced at Carter Porter, "You, however, seem more like a lady than them. I just told you yesterday I was coming to Arden University, why aren’t you happy?"

"You came to Arden University so suddenly, your parents must have worked hard for this, right?" Carter Porter sat down, not refuting.

"Yes, almost beat me to death." Heath Sterling spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if joking.

"Why suddenly come?"

Heath Sterling replied without hesitation, light-heartedly, "Unease."

Carter Porter paused his hand holding the bottle to drink.

"What exactly are you talking about? Is it about Young Master Heath’s love history?"

Heath Sterling didn’t refute either, casually picking up a model race car to play with.