Viya's POV
"Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."
I didn't bother looking at Miranda again. The elevator doors had opened. "Professor, let's go."
Our group stepped into the elevator without a backward glance.
Not one of us treated Miranda like she mattered.
I could feel her glare burning into my back—that seething hatred practically radiating through the closing doors. She must have been grinding her teeth to dust.
Let her stew. When her clinical trial failed and she created a massive scandal, I'd see what she had left to be smug about.
Inside the elevator, Professor Elias muttered irritably, "What the hell is Lucius doing? Can't even keep his sister-in-law on a leash."
The sudden mention of that name made me freeze for half a second.
