Laura Jones was thinking about this, while Emma Williams, who was always unwilling to accept William Wilson’s different treatment, noticed another layer of meaning in his words.

Before?

Could it be that Laura Jones had met William Wilson before?

She suddenly recalled Hannah Taylor’s previous mention of introducing her cousin to Laura Jones.

Could it be that she acted so quickly and had already arranged a meeting for the two?

Thinking of this, Emma fiercely bit her lip, not wanting her overwhelming jealousy to be too obvious.

Hannah actually did introduce William Wilson to Laura Jones.

And judging by William Wilson’s demeanor, he clearly didn’t have any aversion to Laura Jones.

Emma’s fingers dug deeply into her palm, not even feeling the sharp pain in her hand.

What right did Laura Jones have to earn William Wilson’s special attention, when she was just an ordinary college student?

Aside from her face, in what way did she surpass her?

Because she had always looked down on Laura, losing to someone who was inferior to her in every aspect was something Emma couldn’t swallow.

She forced a smile that was even harder than crying and jokingly said:

"Mr. Wilson, have you known Laura before? I’m really curious about how Laura used to address you."

William Wilson had only asked that question on a whim, and he didn’t actually intend for Laura Jones to answer.

Hearing Emma’s question now, he just responded lightly with, "Nothing much."

Once again facing William Wilson’s cold attitude, Emma’s gums were almost crushed.

The atmosphere at the table was rather silent for a moment.

"It’s burned."

At this moment, Linda, who was on Laura Jones’s left, suddenly spoke up, breaking the brief awkwardness.

"My granddaughter is getting out of school soon, I need to pick her up, you guys have fun."

Linda stood up to say goodbye.

After Linda left, there was one less person.

Mrs. Taylor looked at William Wilson and said grumpily:

"Mr. Superstar, would you like to play a few rounds with your aunt?"

William Wilson’s gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally towards Laura Jones.

Just when Laura Jones thought William Wilson would decline, he calmly agreed and took the seat where Linda had been sitting.

Mrs. Taylor cast a meaningful glance at William Wilson, snorted coldly through her nose, but said nothing in the end.

However, Emma, seeing William Wilson sitting next to Laura Jones, was almost overflowing with jealousy.

Unable to contain herself, she spoke in a coquettish tone:

"No, no, I lost so many times just now, we have to roll the dice and rearrange the seats."

Emma’s suggestion elicited a meaningful look from Mrs. Taylor, who then smiled slightly and nodded:

"Alright."

Seeing Mrs. Taylor agree, Emma was overjoyed and silently prayed to sit next to William Wilson.

But after rolling the dice and rearranging, aside from everyone’s respective game positions changing, the seating arrangement remained unchanged.

Emma was so upset that her gut almost tied in knots.

But since she was the one who rolled the dice, and she was the one who picked the positions, if she backed out now, it would seem unreasonable.

In the end, she had to grit her teeth and endure it.

After a few rounds, Laura Jones had won several games.

William Wilson seemed to have x-ray vision, able to guess exactly what cards Laura Jones needed, and every card he played was exactly what Laura Jones could use.