I Love You, Miss Genius

Chapter 48

Ivor had bought a tiramisu cake from her favorite bakery. This was the best flavor of all the cakes

there.

It was a very famous bakery that sold limited quantities of cake every day. The tiramisu flavor was especially popular. He might have sent his assistant to buy it, but still, it must have been troublesome

for him.

“How did you know this was my favorite flavor?”

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“I took a wild guess,” He said with a smirk.

No way that was true.

“It’s nice and fresh. Hurry up and eat it.”

Bonnie was a little mad that he had teased her earlier, but it would be a waste if she didn’t eat the tiramisu. She stabbed a piece and put it into her mouth.

She enjoyed it a lot, even more than the banana milkshake.

“How were the SATs?” Ivor frowned.

Bonnie was humble. “If everything goes right, I’ll have a perfect score.”

Ivor put a hand to his forehead, but decided not to make her feel bad after thinking about it. It didn’t matter if she didn’t do well in the SAT’s. He’d find a way to help her.

“Okay. You should go back and get some rest.”

Bonnie looked at Ivor and knew that he didn’t believe her, but she wasn’t bothered. Everything would be revealed when they announced the test results.

Back at her place, she wanted to get some rest when it suddenly occurred to her that her grandparents

birthday party was this weekend. They loved Orson’s paintings.

If she remembered correctly, his paintings fetched a high price. One of his pieces would make the perfect present. In any case, it would be a piece of cake for her to get her hands on one. She made a call

to Kay.

“You found the time to call me, Master! Did you call to tell me you’ll teach me more kickboxing? It has to be! Where are you? I’ll come to you now!”

Bonnie slapped her forehead when she heard how eager Kay was.

“I’ll teach you some kickboxing later. I’m calling you because I need a favor.”

That made Kay more excited. “A favor? Go ahead and tell me what it is, Master. I’ll travel to the deepest depths of hell for you!

“There’s no need to do that. I just want your grandfather to paint me something. My grandparents

are about to celebrate their birthdays and they’re both fans of his.”

“Alright. Leave it to me! What about the theme, Master…?”

Time flew by and the weekend arrived. Bonnie went to her grandparents‘ birthday party with a present in hand. Her cousins surrounded her the moment she stepped foot into the hall.

“The SATS results are out today, Bonnie. How did it go? What’s your score?” Fernanda asked her mockingly.

The results were out?

Bonnie was stunned. She had forgotten about it. It wasn’t like she was careless. It was just that the SAT’s were too easy and she had been thinking about how to make a breakthrough in her research for the past few days. She simply didn’t have time to think about the SATS.

It was easy to let something she already had a handle on slip her mind.

“Her score? You have too high an opinion of Bonnie, Fernanda. She’s always flunked her tests,” Ysabel said, looking at Bonnie scornfully. She was arrogant and liked to boast.

“I don’t think she flunked it. She must have gotten some of it right.”

“I think she did flunk it.”

Vera heard all this and felt extremely embarrassed. She stood far away from Bonnie and pretended that she didn’t know their relatives were making fun of her.

“Never mind the SATS, Bonnie. What did you get for Grandpa and Grandma? We’ve given them our presents already. Trina gave them a horoscope statue that’s worth a hundred thousand dollars.”

“I have something.” Bonnie took out the painting scroll. Ysabel laughed before she could open it.

“Hahaha. Is this really happening? Did you paint something for Grandpa and Grandma with your own hands, Bonnie? How tacky!”

“Good grief. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought your family was broke. This is a present for our grandparents, after all. You sure were mindful of the cost. This is hilarious!” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

The surrounding guests couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Bonnie ignored them and walked over to her grandparents, Harold and Yolanda.

“Happy birthday, Grandpa. Grandma.” She gave them the painting. Harold and Yolanda were extremely displeased. They had heard the exchange between Bonnie and the rest.

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party. If she really had painted something herself, they would be

greatly humiliated!

Gresham’s daughter was beyond redemption! She had really embarrassed them!

They shouldn’t have welcomed Bonnie back from the suburbs. Trina might not be their real granddaughter, but they’d much prefer her over Bonnie.

“Okay. You can put it aside and…”

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Out of nowhere, someone cut Harold off and said mischievously, “Bonnie made that for you, Grandpa. No matter how bad it is, you should take a look!”