Chapter 11

When I returned to the dorm, they had already brought back all the packages.

Natalie wasn't here, but there was a large pile of packages scattered around. The outer packaging looked quite luxurious, seemingly not cheap.

Olivia marveled at these things.

"Natalie's family must be rich to buy so many things."

I felt Emma glance at me, "Better keep an eye on them, in case certain people steal them."

I couldn't be bothered to explain to her. My dad is the dean of the school, my stepmom is in finance, my brother is in scientific research, and even all our distant relatives are landlords. I'm the only useless one in the whole family.

[Ava, your package has arrived. Go pick it up quickly]

My brother sent me a message.

[What package? Why isn't it in my name?]

Our school has self-service package pickup. If it was my own package, the message should have been sent to my phone.

[My mom was worried you'd be too busy with Freshman Orientation Week, so she insisted I pick it up for you. But I'm about to leave for field research with my supervisor and don't have time to help you pick it up]

[Okay]

I put on my Bluetooth earphones and went out.

But I could still faintly hear Emma's unforgiving voice from inside the room.

"I told you she was jealous. Now who knows which admirer she's going to seduce to buy things for her."

My stepmom, afraid that I would be affected by that impersonator pretending to be my brother, had bought many luxury goods for me. In my stepmom's view, if a woman has money, it can deter many people.

But she overlooked one point: excessive flaunting of wealth can also invite dissatisfaction.

I hugged seven or eight eye-catching luxury brand packages from LV, Gucci, Chanel... feeling particularly uncomfortable.

So I asked the courier at the pickup station for a large black plastic bag, unpacked all the packaging, and stuffed everything usable into the plastic bag to carry back.

When I entered the room, Emma was taking a shower, and only Olivia was eating at the table.

"Ava, what are you carrying in that big bag?"

I casually put it under the table, "Local specialties sent from home."

As soon as I finished speaking, the phone in my pocket rang.

"Miss Li, this is the courier from just now. It seems you left one package behind. Could you come back again?"

"Okay."

I hung up the phone and went out again.

The sky inexplicably started drizzling, and I hadn't brought an umbrella. I could only pull up the hood of my sweatshirt.

There was a crowd of people at the entrance of the pickup station. I immediately spotted one particularly tall man wearing an army combat uniform.

The courier looked at the few kids in front of him with a serious face.

"Your Chief Instructor is here too. If you don't admit your mistake, I'm really going to call the police."

I pushed through the crowd.

The courier looked at me, "Miss Li, it's like this. Your package was lost. I had just put it on the table waiting for you to come pick it up, but..."

"Your package?" Ethan turned his head to look at me.

Maybe it was mine, but all the package information was with my brother, so I wasn't sure if it was mine. But since the courier had called and said it was mine, it should be correct.

I nodded.

Ethan handed me the tablet in his hand. This was the surveillance footage from the pickup station. Because it was raining, several cameras were particularly blurry and basically nothing could be seen. Only one was barely usable.

Those with similar figures to the ones in the video were all in front of me.

Ethan stood tall and straight. Just standing in front of others, he had an invisible aura of authority.

He said in a cold voice, "If you took it by mistake, just return it to the other person. We won't pursue this matter."

From the line of people, a slightly chubby girl stretched out her hand. In her palm hung a delicate diamond necklace that looked quite expensive.

Ethan took the necklace from her hand, about to return it to me, when he was grabbed by the arm by that girl.

"Why must it be hers? Why don't you think it's mine!"

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

The courier was particularly exasperated, saying in a somewhat mocking tone, "Can't you read the name on the package yourself? Do you recognize the name?"

The girl's face turned red, and even the frame of her glasses was a bit crooked.

"Lucas, he's my boyfriend!" she shouted loudly.

Ethan and I looked over almost at the same time.

My brother, that straight-laced science guy, had the looks but not the luck in love. And even if he really was in a relationship, how could we, his closest people, not know about it?

"Student, your boyfriend's name is Lucas?" I asked.

Lucas, this name was as uncommon as it could be. I hadn't heard of a second Lucas in our school.

I suddenly thought of that impersonator in my phone. Could it be that the impersonator had been scamming people in the school all along?

That would be too brazen!

I originally thought the impersonator would only scam for emotions or money, not possible to meet in person.