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---- Chapter 177: Surprised? Mackenzie's face flushed bright red. She was so angry she couldn't even get a word out. Just then, the vice principal walked over respectfully and said, "Mrs. Grayson, thank you so much for your generous five-million-dollar donation. Your contribution has made a huge difference in our school's development. Here's your certificate of honor, and please take a seat in the front row later." Mackenzie's fury disappeared instantly. She accepted the certificate with a polished smile. "It's the least I could do.

The school gave me so much, so of course I want to give back now that I can." The vice principal nodded. "Thank you again. See you shortly in the auditorium." "Wait, did J hear that right? Five million?" "Mackenzie donated five million? Seriously? What hospital does she even work at?" "Didn't you see that dress? That's Chanel's newest line. It's got to be worth at least ten grand! She's really living large!" "Her grades weren't even that great in college. How'd ---- she get so successful?" "Lheard she married rich. Her husband's in construction.

Makes a ton of money." "No wonder she looks so different. It's like she's been completely transformed." "Never underestimate a woman. You never know what she'll turn into someday." "That's the power of money. Even an ugly duckling can become a swan." Mackenzie looked around proudly. "So, how about everyone else? How much did you all donate?" The classmates exchanged uneasy looks. Fletcher scratched his head awkwardly. "I only managed eighty thousand.' Lisa shrugged. "Five.

What, is this the part where we flex our bank accounts now?" Clara said casually, "One hundred thousand." Several others chimed in after that, quietly mentioning their own amounts. Most had donated only a few thousand, maybe tens of thousands at most. ---- "Being a doctor means paying your dues first. Salaries aren't high when you start out. Donating even a few thousand is already impressive." "Exactly. We've got bills to pay and families to feed." "This isn't something to show off about anyway. I don't believe anyone in their mid-twenties made five million all on their own." "Right?

We're doctors, not miracle workers. We don't sell our bodies." "Oh, please. You think anyone would pay millions for that face? You'd need a whole new personality first." "What's wrong with being a man? Maybe I'll find myself a sugar mama." "Keep dreaming. You're better off focusing on your specialty and earning your title." "Don't underestimate me! Maybe one day I'll be a professor or an expert. Then you'll need an appointment months in advance just to see me." "Then stop talking and go back to bed. You're clearly still dreaming." "Everything's possible, okay?

Why are you so negative?" "Clara, which hospital are you working at now?" ---- "And how do you still look that good after having a kid? What's your secret?" Aside from two or three girls chatting with Mackenzie, the rest ignored her completely and went on talking about everything under the sun. Before long, Professor Jeffrey joined them, instantly bringing back the good old campus energy. "| still remember Fletcher," he began with a laugh. "First day of class, he showed up late wearing two different colored slippers!" He turned to Clara. "And you!

I'll never forget that love letter someone slipped into your homework. I took it home to grade, and my wife found it. She thought someone had written it to me and scolded me half the night!" Then he pointed to another classmate. "And Lucas-yeah, you! You were always starving. Every day the delivery guy would yell your name from the gate for takeout. Drove me crazy!" Lucas laughed so hard he could barely talk. "Professor Jeffrey, can't you remember anything good about me?" Fletcher jumped in. "Yeah, seriously! We were such a great class, and you're making us sound like a bunch of