The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered

[OMG, her brother’s expression is so goofy, I can’t...]

[I can tell, he really doesn’t care about his older brother at all!]

[He was probably just too excited, hahaha. He doesn’t even know what’s new in his own house.]

[This really shows Lowell’s status in the family. No one cares, no one pays attention to him.]

Harrison Lowell shot him a disgusted look. "Wait, don’t tell me you really didn’t know? It was all over the trending topics, and I even mentioned it in the family group chat. You seriously had no idea???"

"Is it that strange? Who has time to care about you?" Yancy Lowell rolled his eyes at him.

Harrison Lowell wasn’t having it. "Hey! What’s that supposed to mean???"

"Both of you, shut up!" Seeing her two brothers about to start bickering again, Yvonne Lowell quickly cut them off. "You, go to sleep. And you, look at the ingredients."

"Nola, I’m really not tired right now..." Yancy Lowell tried to argue, but he shut his mouth under Yvonne Lowell’s cold gaze.

"Are you hungry then?"

The question left Yancy Lowell a bit stunned. "No, I’m not. I already had breakfast."

"If you’re not hungry, then hurry up and go to sleep." Yvonne Lowell gave him a push, and Yancy Lowell had no choice but to head upstairs obediently.

Once he was gone, Harrison Lowell started running his mouth again. "Hmph, that’s what you get for not caring about me! Serves you right!"

Yvonne Lowell shot him a death glare, and Harrison Lowell awkwardly shut his mouth, idly scrolling through his phone.

"Aiya, let’s see... what should we eat tonight? Why haven’t the others reported their ingredients yet? Ooh, these lamb chops look good. We could have a few of these..."

The audience couldn’t stop laughing, and the bullet chat comments flew across the screen.

[Is that really a younger sister?? She’s clearly the older sister. This looks exactly like the classic sibling bloodline dominance...]

[I’m dying, they’re all such wimps, hahahaha.]

[I get the feeling the younger sister is at the top of the food chain among the four Lowell siblings.]

[You don’t need to ’get the feeling,’ she just IS!!!]

[She’s the true darling of the family!]

[Wait, aren’t you guys curious?? A 19-year-old tenured honorary professor at Loster!!]

[Doesn’t that sound too fake? This publicity stunt is a bit over the top, don’t you think??]

[Hype my ass. If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you get Loster to ’hype’ you up like that??]

[What’s the use of being curious? It’s not like I can get into Loster. And I’m already 29, not 19 ahhh *sob sob sob*.]

[Chairman of the Pluto Consortium, Eldest Miss of the Lowell Family, a 19-year-old tenured honorary professor... at this point, I’d believe you if you told me she had superpowers.]

’Uh, well, I actually could have those...’

[Can we get the sister to talk about it? I really want to hear her legendary story!!!]

[I wanna hear!!!]

[Wanna hear +1!!!]

[Wanna hear + my social security number!!!!]

The bullet chat was flooded with people wanting to hear the story. On the social media trending topics, the hashtag about Yvonne Lowell being a tenured honorary professor at Loster Academy was rapidly climbing and staying at the top.

The comments section on the production team’s social media page was also completely swamped.

There was nothing to be done. As the world’s top university, almost everyone had heard of it. In everyone’s minds, Loster Academy was the stuff of legends.

The number of people who managed to get into Loster each year was minuscule, and every single one of them was a bona fide genius. Graduates were madly sought after by every industry.

Loster’s admissions weren’t limited by nationality or region; it used a single, global standard for its entrance exams. If you couldn’t pass the assessment, you couldn’t get in—even if you were the child of a tycoon, a royal, or a high-ranking official.

But now, people were being told that this 19-year-old Aurelian girl in front of them was a tenured honorary professor at Loster?

As an Aurelian, who wouldn’t be thrilled by this?!

A huge wave of new viewers began pouring into the livestream. It was only thanks to the competent operations team at The Grants that the stream didn’t crash.

The chief director, at his wit’s end from the flood of comments, even called the cameraman on site. The cameraman had no choice but to timidly approach them.

"Excuse me, you two. Regarding Miss Lowell’s status as a professor, do you think you could tell our audience a little about it? It’s all over the bullet chat and trending topics, and the hype is getting pretty intense."

Yvonne Lowell paused, surprised, and looked at Harrison Lowell. "Hm? Who let the cat out of the bag?"

[Now I finally believe Harrison and his sister are twins. Their confused expressions are identical.]

[Wifey is so cute, I wanna give her a hug~~]

[Get lost, she’s MY wifey!!!]

[So just tell us already, Sis! Teach us your ways!!!]

[Here to see the professor! Which one is the professor?!]

[So this is the 19-year-old tenured honorary professor? She’s gorgeous!!!]

"It wasn’t me! I didn’t say anything. It was probably dug up because of that scene I made earlier, right?" Harrison Lowell quickly denied it.

"Ahem, a viewer mentioned it in the bullet chat, and then netizens went to the official Loster website and found it themselves..." the cameraman explained.

Harrison Lowell narrowed his eyes and looked into the camera. "A viewer mentioned it? So it must have been someone who was at the banquet the other day, huh? You’d better hope I don’t find out which one of you little punks it was, or I’m not inviting you to any more parties."

[I’M SORRY, BRO!!! I WAS WRONG!!! I DIDN’T MEAN TO!!!]

[That’s the least intimidating threat ever...]

[You don’t know jack shit! If he doesn’t invite me, it means no one will invite me ever again! I’ll basically be ostracized from the entire Kingsland high society circle!!!]

[Well, that does sound pretty tragic for you, huh...]

[Don’t be scared, buddy. Us girls will flood the chat to bury your comment so Lowell won’t find you. Keep the juicy details coming, ’kay?]

[Classic protective Lowell. He usually tells people to piss off, but now he’s protecting his own.]

[Uh, but still, why aren’t they allowed to talk about it? Is she hiding something?]

[Yeah, if it’s really her, what’s there to hide? If it were me, I would’ve announced it to the whole world by now.]

[Could it be a case of mistaken identity? There are so many people with the same name in the world.]

[You’ve really mastered the art of twisting things, haven’t you? She doesn’t want to reveal it, what business is it of yours?]

[First of all, you’re not her. Second of all, you’re not her. So even if you announced it to the world, nobody would care.]

[I swear, I’m just trying to watch a variety show livestream, how can there be so many toxic people? If you don’t like it, you can just leave. What are you blabbering on about? Just trying to get attention??]

[Let the haters run their mouths. What’s the worst that can happen? Just getting blacklisted by three major corporations and receiving a letter from their lawyers, right? Go on, say it. They all go silent pretty fast after that.]

[Is her being low-key bothering you or something? Her identity as the Chairman of Pluto wasn’t public before either, was it?]

[Exactly. If it weren’t for some psychos spreading nasty rumors about her in Lowell’s comment section, you probably would’ve never known who she was in your entire life.]

"Alright, it’s fine." Yvonne Lowell nudged him with her elbow and looked at the camera,

"How about this: I’m not sure what exactly you all want to know. It’s about lunchtime now, so we’re going to eat first. If you have any questions, post them in the bullet chat or in the social media comments. Later, I’ll have the production team pick the three most popular questions, and I’ll answer them for you."