Chapter 517

Sometimes, it really just comes down to genes—some people are just born to be academic stars. That said, Leslie Green had seen for herself just how hard Sienna Ackerley worked. "By the way, that Colin White in your class—is he in the sciences or humanities?" "I think he's in sciences," Sienna replied. Leslie nodded thoughtfully. "So Sienna, have you really decided? You wanna be a historian for real?" Sienna nodded firmly, determination clear in her eyes. Leslie reached out, giving her hair a gentle ruffle. "Alright then, I’m gonna change real quick. Got a dance class in a bit," Sienna added. "Okay," Leslie answered with a smile. Broderick Ackerley had even set up a private dance studio just for Sienna. She’d been dancing for over a decade, mainly classical—totally matched her whole vibe. As Sienna turned to head upstairs, a housekeeper stepped forward and said politely, "Madam, the police are here. They're asking for you." Leslie arched her brows slightly. Coming at this hour? Clearly,