Chapter 133 Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Chapter 133
Nísia, hidden in the shadows, held her breath. She recognized the woman instantly. It was Eliane Crispim, Mirela’s strict mother and the college’s tenured professor of Advanced Chemistry. The woman who was supposed to draft the competition questions.
Could they be having a family breakdown… because of that damn Katherine Lutz?! Is the chemistry professor favoring Katherine behind the scenes?! Nísia’s mind raced with the scandalous implications of academic bribery. She became extremely alert and, with the quick reflexes of a seasoned villain, pulled her cell phone from her pocket, turned on the camera, and began secretly recording the scene through the crack in the wall.

Meanwhile, in the video, Mirela was unyielding. She refused to cooperate with her mother, shoving Eliane hard against the doorframe and screaming:
— Let go of me! Why don’t you just go over there and make Katherine Lutz your daughter once and for all?! Adopt her! Since I’m not worthy or smart enough for you!
“Mirela, for God’s sake, what nonsense are you talking about?! This is an educational institution—look at the scandal! If you have something to say or complain about, say it at home!” Eliane hissed, her eyes wide with panic, frantically glancing down the hallway.
“I won’t!” the girl stamped her foot. — You spoil her, support her financially, and love her more than you love me, don’t you?! Why don’t you tell your dirty little secret for the whole college to hear?! Better yet, let them know that the illustrious Professor Eliane is pushing her own daughter away by leaps and bounds to favor a rich scholarship student!
Nísia watched the entire dramatic scene through her phone screen, feeling the adrenaline rush through her veins, a cruel, radiant smile curving her lips. Jackpot. I’ve got that bitch Katherine in my hands. The suspicion of academic fraud and favoritism would ruin the girl forever.
Suddenly, as Professor Eliane Crispim gestured frantically on the phone screen, Nísia’s predatory eyes locked onto a small, sparkling detail.
She quickly zoomed in on the moving image, focusing directly on Eliane’s right earlobe.
Nísia’s breath caught in her throat.
Hanging from the middle-class professor’s ear, a dazzling pair of black pearl earrings set with faceted diamonds swayed. The design was so exclusive and rare that Nísia, obsessed with jewelry and status, recognized it at first glance.
My God... That was the exact pair of royal earrings auctioned off weeks ago! The same ones Katherine Lutz had snatched up, shocking high society, for tens of millions at the Charity Gala Auction!
How could such a priceless jewel be hanging from the ear of a simple chemistry teacher?!
At the time, Nísia was certain that Katherine had bought that absurd luxury to flatter old Anastasia Arbex and secure her place in the mansion.
Putting the pieces together—the million-dollar jewel, the lavish meals, and access to study materials—Nísia sensed the unmistakable, repulsive stench of corruption. Katherine wasn’t just being favored; she had bribed teacher Eliane Crispim, the very woman who had direct influence over the Chemistry Competition!
She silently recorded the entire scene on video, making sure to get a clear close-up of Eliane’s face and the million-dollar earring reflecting the light from the hallway.
Only after Eliane finally managed to push the hysterical Mirela into the break room, slamming the door and muffling the screams, did Nísia lower her phone and stop recording.
Her heart pounding frantically in her chest with pure euphoria and mischief.
As soon as she heard the footsteps of the other students beginning to climb the stairs in the distance, returning to the main classroom building, Nísia saved the precious video in multiple folders in the cloud and went downstairs immediately, gliding like a satisfied shadow.
After the exhausting end of the day’s classes, Nísia wasted no time chatting or trying to feign friendship with the heirs. She hurried out through the college’s wrought-iron gate, carrying her digital time bomb, and quickly got into the backseat of a black private car that was already waiting for her.
She could hardly wait for Saturday. Katherine Lutz’s destruction would be her greatest spectacle.
Inside the black private car, with the tinted windows rolled up to ensure total privacy, were only Rosana and the Lutz family’s trusted driver.
Rosana looked at her daughter with an expression of maternal concern.
“Did everything go well at your grandmother’s house, dear? Did they treat you well during your… exile?”
Nísia’s face, which had previously been pale and defeated, now showed a dark, feverish excitement.
“Let’s not talk about that now, Mom. Forget Grandma. I have something infinitely more important to discuss with you. I’ve uncovered a bombshell.”
“Don’t keep me in suspense. What happened?” Rosana asked, her suspicion sharpening her senses as a manipulative matriarch.
“Let’s wait until we get to the restaurant. The walls have ears.”
Mother and daughter hadn’t seen each other for several days since the poisoned perfume scandal. To cheer Nísia up, Rosana had decided to take her out to dinner that night and had come especially to pick her up at the college gate.
Of course, a table in the VIP room of the city’s most exclusive and expensive restaurant had been reserved well in advance.
As soon as the heavy doors of the private room closed, isolating them from the outside world, Nísia didn’t waste a second. She pulled out her cell phone with frenzied enthusiasm and showed Rosana the video she had secretly recorded in the sixth-floor hallway.
As Mirela’s hysterical voice echoed through the luxurious room, Nísia voiced her theory:
“Mom… looking at this, do you think Katherine might actually be Professor Eliane Crispim’s illegitimate daughter?”
Rosana, whose eyes were glued to the screen, hadn’t even finished watching the video when she heard her daughter’s absurd comment. Her face paled slightly, and she immediately scolded Nísia in a low, menacing voice:
“Don’t you dare, under any circumstances, say such nonsense in front of your father. Never.”
Nísia couldn’t help but retort, confused:
“Hearing you react like that makes me even more suspicious, Mom! Could the reason Dad has always hated and despised Cousin Katherine since she was a child have something to do with some past affair with this Eliane?”