Grace Thompson took out his phone and directly sent her a screenshot of the Level 2 Martial Artist certificate.

He didn’t have the habit of showing off with photos.

This picture was stolen from Benjamin Sullivan’s Moments.

“Whoa... wow!”

Emily Thompson almost let her true feelings slip.

But she quickly transformed it into a cute, girlish squeal, turning to Ella Green: “Little Ella, Little Ella, look, a Level 2 Martial Artist certificate.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Look at this—who’s this handsome guy? A face this good-looking should be in movies... it shouldn’t belong to an ordinary person... Ah, it’s my brother, never mind then.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

Ella Green instantly became a relentless nodding machine.

She snuck a glance at Grace Thompson.

Her cheeks flushed a little.

The three of them quickly made their way to the top floor of the Starlight Center.

But when they tried to check in at the artificial starry sky on the rooftop, they found the area cordoned off.

A dozen or so security guards were maintaining order.

There were also quite a few excited teenagers shouting, “Olivia Foster, it’s Olivia Foster!”

“Olivia Foster is the superstar from our Canglong City, my idol.”

“I heard she’s starring as the female lead in the second season of the latest historical drama, ‘The King’s Woman’? I can’t wait, I’m definitely going to binge it.”

“I saw her, I saw Olivia, wow, she’s absolutely stunning!”

Amid the shouts, a security guard stepped forward, waving at Grace Thompson and the other two, as well as the group of visitors who had come up in the elevator with them: “The rooftop is temporarily closed to the public at this time. Please leave for now...”

“Bro, let’s go. The view here is just so-so anyway,”

said Emily Thompson.

Because of the incident with Charlotte Foster, she disliked Olivia Foster by association.

“What’s so great about her? It’s all just makeup, beauty filters, and hype. She’s not even as pretty as... not even as pretty as our Little Ella.”

“No, no...”

Ella Green quickly waved her hands.

Grace Thompson glanced at Ella Green.

She was indeed quite pretty, but could only be called a little beauty.

At best, her delicate and pitiful aura added a few points, but in terms of looks alone, not to mention compared to Olivia Foster, she was even a bit less attractive than Charlotte Foster.

“It’s fine, let’s just walk around the Starlight Center and come back up later,”

said Grace Thompson.

“No need. I, your heroine, will remember this day. One day, I’ll make the lights of the entire Starlight Center shine with my name. When that time comes, Little Ella, you can look all you want.”

Emily Thompson huffed.

“I... wasn’t I dragged here by you?”

Ella Green protested softly.

“Oh, look who I found?”

At that moment, an untimely voice suddenly came from the side.

Immediately after, a group of a dozen or so young men and women emerged from the nearby elevator.

The speaker was none other than the vice president of the Hanyang University student council, Samuel Reed.

And among those people, besides his two lackeys, Grace Thompson also spotted the main culprit behind the public opinion storm two months ago—Charlotte Foster.

When Grace Thompson looked at Charlotte Foster, the talented girl also glanced back at him.

Seeing that he seemed completely different from two months ago—more energetic and radiant—she looked a bit surprised.

Then, surprise turned into a cold sneer.

There was even a hint of smugness in her smile.

Seeing these people, Emily Thompson, who also recognized Charlotte Foster, immediately made the connection, her smile vanishing as she quickly said, “Bro, let’s go.”

“Go? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”

Samuel Reed deliberately raised his voice, drawing the attention of those around: “Or is it because you’re afraid people will find out about your scumbag, disgraceful behavior...”

“Whoosh!”

Before he could finish, Grace Thompson moved.

With almost no run-up or preparation, he shot forward like a nimble leopard, pouncing in an instant. In one leap, he crossed the five or six meters between them. Before Samuel Reed could react, Grace Thompson’s right hand shot out like lightning, clamping down hard on his neck, cutting off his words.

Then, with a surge of strength in his right arm, he lifted him off the ground and, following the momentum, slammed him hard onto the floor...

Samuel Reed was still in a daze.

The next moment, a wave of intense pain and dizzying vertigo exploded from the right side of his face, shooting through his brain and spreading to every corner of his body.

To everyone else, all they saw was Grace Thompson suddenly erupt, grabbing the seventy-plus-kilogram Samuel Reed and slamming him heavily to the ground.

“Bang!”

A dull thud echoed, accompanied by a sound that made everyone’s face and teeth ache just hearing it.

They saw the dizzy Samuel Reed’s face a bloody mess on one side, blood mixed with broken teeth spewing out, staining the floor red.

Grace Thompson let go and slowly stood up.

“I remember telling you before—spouting nonsense is a good way to get slapped in the face.”

At that moment, the delayed pain finally hit Samuel Reed, making him let out a shrill scream as he writhed and struggled on the ground.

“Ahhh...”