Quiana Sutton felt like she was the center of attention, with more and more people gathering around her. Realizing that her identity had likely been recognized, she turned around without hesitation and left, returning to the car.
Durrell Landon finished collecting the painting and exchanged a few pleasantries with Professor Ye without lingering longer, then left his office.
As he walked down the street, he overheard the whispers of many students.
"Was that girl leaning on the stone bridge really Quiana Sutton?"
"It didn't look fake to me."
"What do you think she came to our school for?"
"Probably just a tour, what else? She debuted at eighteen, so she definitely didn't go to college."
"But with her looks, does college even matter? Honestly, if she wanted to marry me, I'd be willing to lose everything."
"Keep dreaming! A celebrity like her would either be kept or marry into a rich family. You don't stand a chance."
