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The RISE Of NATHALIA CARTER

The wedding day. A moment that most women treasured with but not with her. She was poisoned on her own wedding day; Nathalia Carter died full of hatred for her father and fiance. How could she accept that they murdered her? Nathalia gaped at Evette Carter, her step-sister, who was now laughing at her stupidity. Evette is one of the culprits behind her painful death. Demons. They are all demons. Nathalia thought in silence while she closed her eyes as consciousness abandoned her. With rage and tears, Nathalia cursed them and promised to take revenge if given a chance to survive. Suddenly, God hears her prayer and gives her a second chance, and she is allowed to come back to seek revenge. This time, she will not be so naive. She becomes fiercer and eager to bring justice to her own death. She would make sure they got what they deserved in this life. Revenge. Torture. Take everything they had. Make them suffer ten times worse than what they did to her. Along the way, her life changed when she met the notorious playboy- Spencer Davidson. He aims to take her as his woman and help her to fulfill her desire to take revenge. Love, Revenge, and Mystery played along the way. Giving her the most challenging part as she journeyed through her new life. Cover Created by: Weilan Wanna know more about the story, follow me on Instagram: annashannellin

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Chapter 247: What’s Your Point?

The next Monday, Catherine returned to campus and brought snacks for her friends. As she was passing a bag of chips to Ethel, she suddenly asked, "What's your SAT score?"

"1001."

Ethel said carefully, "Didn't Kings College recruit students scoring at least 1800? That's the bottom."

"I know. What's your point?" asked Catherine.

"I'm just wondering what you got on math, reading, and writing. It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

Catherine hesitated for seconds and said, "I'm sure you can find that out online easily. I'll tell you. I got 300 on math, 300 on reading, and 401 on writing."

Ethel took a peek at her computer. It was exactly the same.

"Your math isn't so good, either is your reading," Cecil said.

"Well, I'm the worst at math. I can't understand the numbers. I thought I didn't have to learn math in college. But we have calculus class."