Gideon stayed calm as he exined, "We don''t have to wait until the very end to sell at the peak profit; this is just the quickest way to grow our money in the shortest time"


    Yvette was left speechless. She realized her understanding of business was pretty shallow. Looking at Gideon, who seemed so ordinary-his clothes a bit worn and his hands covered in scars-she found it hard to believe he had such a sharp mind. Lago must have really hit the jackpot with him. Yvette pursed her lips and said, "Alright, I''ll think about it. You can go back once you''re done eating: I need to talk to my parents for a bit."


    Gideon quickly stood up and said. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Smith. I''ll take my leave now." Lago added. "Be careful on


    on your way home. Message me when you get there."Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Gideon felt touched and replied, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Smith."


    After Gideon left, Yvette scoffed. "What''s so special about a broke guy?" Lago locked the private room door and sat back down next to Yvette. "He''s not just some broke guy; he''s going to achieve great things!" Yvetteughed. "You think you can help him rise?" Lago smiled mysteriously, "No, it''s him who will help us rise."


    Before Yvette could figure that out, Jessie jumped in, "I talked to your grandfather about Gideon''s future. He had a tough start, but he''s going to have wealth and sesster on! If he wasn''t talented, how could he help your dad ma million


    Yvette was skeptical. "If he''s so great, how did you even find him?"


    Two


    Lago chuckled. "Maybe this is our family''s lucky break! By listening to your grandfather, you''ve gotten some of Shakira''s- luck back-her blessings must being your way! Gideon showing up is a good sign!"


    Lago patted Yvette''s hand. "We''re family, working together. If Gideon helps us make money, once thepany grows, it''ll all be yours."


    This idea made Yvette happy. Even though she had doubts about Lago and Jessie, she trusted her reclusive grandfather Completely.


    Yvette said, "Okay, but let''s agree: he needs to be involved in running thepany; you can stay behind the scenes. Im worried the Nelson family and Walter might cause problems otherwise."


    Time flew by, and exam week arrived. This semester''s final exams would decide the internship lottery for the next term, with several prestigiouspanies involved. Every student was on high alert, not wanting to mess up.


    There were thirteen exams, two each day. Shakira decided to tell Walter she''d stay arschool for lunch, choosing to eat in the cafeteria and then take a nap on the bench by the artificialke. She kept this routine for the first three days. But after that, the school forum was buzzing withments from students about Shakira, who always finished her papers more than half an hour early, earning her a lot of admiration as an academic prodigy Soon, someone posted a photo of Shakira napping on the bench, and when she returned from lunch, she found the bench waspletely taken. These superstitious students hade to im her napping spot. "Oh! The academic goddess is here; she''sing with her backpack!" one eximed.


    "Wait, it looks like there are to empty benches left. Where will she sleep another wondered.


    Everyone exchanged nces, not wanting to give up their seats,


    Finally, one ssmate stood up. "Shakira, you can take my spot


    Shakira replied, "It''s fine."


    With so many students cramming for the exam, she couldn''t rx anyway. She waved her hand dismissively and turned to


    leave


    On her way, she messaged Xanthe Shakira: Where are you resting for lunch?


    Xanthe: [How could I rest? I still have half a book to read]


    Shakira: [Good luck.]


    After wandering around, Shakira decided to go to the rooftop of the teaching building. There, she could soak up the sun without being disturbed.


    She casually picked a book, opened it, and ced it over her face, drifting off to sleep on the rooftop.


    When she heard the bell ring below, she stretchedzily like a cat. Once refreshed, she got ready to go down but found the door wouldn''t budge when she pulled on it.


    A shadow flickered in her eyes. She remembered that the door lock was manual, meaning someone had locked it on purpose


    Pulling out her phone, she saw that the signal was indeed blocked.


    Shakira smirked silently. "Naive."


    Not in a hurry, she tossed her backpack aside and stepped back. After gauging the distance, she spun around and kicked the rooftop door with all her might-


    It didn''t move.


    Unfazed, Shakira tried again, delivering a second and then a third kick


    ally, on her fifth attempt, the aluminum door buckled under the pressure, copsing backward and kicking up a cloud of


    Shaking off the dust from her backpack, she went down the stairs. At the corner, she spotted a tiny signal jammer. Shakira picked it up and tucked it into her bag, taking her time as she continued down.


    By the time she reached the ssroom, the exam had already started, and students were focused on their papers. Her tale arrival caused quite a stir.


    "Wow, why is Shakirate? The listening exercise has already ended!"


    "She''s such a good student; surely the teacher will let her retake it?"


    "Are you kidding? There are strict rules for exams; she''s so arrogant-whether she leaves early or arriveste, it''s her own


    fault."


    "Missing the listening examn, which is worth at least forty points. She probably won''t keep her second ce."


    "Silence!" The invigtor, recognizing the school''s celebrity, kept a stern face. "The exam has been going for nearly twenty minutes, Shakira, please take your seat quickly."


    П


    Shakira epted her exam paper. "Thank you, sir." After a moment, she turned to the invigtor and added, "By the way, the door to the rooftop has copsed and needs to be reced." The invigtor looked puzzl