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Transmigrated as the Villainess, my University Romance went Off Script

Chapter 91: field visit II · Oct 15, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: behind closed doors 2026-10-15
52 Chapter 52: the weight of tomorrow 2026-10-15
53 Chapter 53: two ways forward I 2026-10-15
54 Chapter 54: two ways forward II 2026-10-15
55 Chapter 55: two kinds of excellence 2026-10-15
56 Chapter 56: the first step 2026-10-15
57 Chapter 57: the search 2026-10-15
58 Chapter 58: a familiar sight I 2026-10-15
59 Chapter 59: a familiar sight II 2026-10-15
60 Chapter 60: a little closer 2026-10-15
61 Chapter 61: a message away 2026-10-15
62 Chapter 62: later 2026-10-15
63 Chapter 63: waiting I 2026-10-15
64 Chapter 64: waiting II 2026-10-15
65 Chapter 65: reply 2026-10-15
66 Chapter 66: the first call 2026-10-15
67 Chapter 67: friday morning I 2026-10-15
68 Chapter 68: friday morning II 2026-10-15
69 Chapter 69: friday morning III 2026-10-15
70 Chapter 70: familiar paths 2026-10-15
71 Chapter 71: from ideas to action I 2026-10-15
72 Chapter 72: from ideas to action II 2026-10-15
73 Chapter 73: her team’s first meeting 2026-10-15
74 Chapter 74: the first plan 2026-10-15
75 Chapter 75: inside the ashford foundation 2026-10-15
76 Chapter 76: a balanced lunch 2026-10-15
77 Chapter 77: the afternoon plan 2026-10-15
78 Chapter 78: the way back 2026-10-15
79 Chapter 79: sunday again 2026-10-15
80 Chapter 80: preliminary exams week 2026-10-15
81 Chapter 81: Another Friday Morning 2026-10-15
82 Chapter 82: fiance privelege 2026-10-15
83 Chapter 83: distracted 2026-10-15
84 Chapter 84: you’re welcome 2026-10-15
85 Chapter 85: lunch 2.0 2026-10-15
86 Chapter 86: Gossip 2026-10-15
87 Chapter 87: perception 2026-10-15
88 Chapter 88: not appropriate 2026-10-15
89 Chapter 89: Last arrangements 2026-10-15
90 Chapter 90: Field visit I 2026-10-15
91 Chapter 91: field visit II 2026-10-15
92 Chapter 92: Field visit III 2026-10-15
93 Chapter 93: field visit IV 2026-10-15
94 Chapter 94: field visit V 2026-10-15
95 Chapter 95: East Junction 2026-10-15
96 Chapter 96: the introduction I 2026-10-15
97 Chapter 97: The Introduction II 2026-10-15
98 Chapter 98: The Introduction III 2026-10-15
99 Chapter 99: going back 2026-10-15
100 Chapter 100: the day before I 2026-10-15

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: field visit II

The drive took nearly an hour.

Leaving the university behind, the Foundation vehicle gradually entered a different part of the city.

The roads became wider.

Rows of residential homes slowly gave way to clusters of family-owned businesses, small workshops, warehouses, and commercial buildings that seemed to have appeared one after another over the years.

Vivienne rested her chin lightly against the window, quietly watching the scenery pass.

There was something oddly reassuring about it.

The city felt alive.

Growing.

Every now and then, Damian would casually point toward a building as though sharing something only someone familiar with the area would know.

”That bakery usually donates bread every Christmas.”

A few minutes later...

”That furniture workshop lends trucks whenever we conduct large relief operations.”

Another intersection.

”The printing shop over there sponsors notebooks before every school year.”

Oliver looked out the window.

”I never realized so many businesses already worked with the Foundation.”

Damian gave a small smile.

”Most people don’t.”

”The Foundation isn’t only present when disasters happen.”

”A lot of our work happens quietly.”

Peter nodded in agreement.

”Most partnerships take years to build.”

Vivienne listened without saying anything.

Not every business Damian pointed out was an official Foundation partner.

Some simply helped whenever they could.

Some had worked with the Foundation only once.

Others...

Only occasionally.

Yet each represented something she had written about in her proposal.

Not donations.

Relationships.

Perhaps...

That had always been where meaningful change began.

Nearly an hour later, the Alphard slowed before a modest two-storey office building standing at the corner of a busy commercial district.

Unlike the Foundation headquarters beside the university, there was little to distinguish it from the neighboring buildings.

No grand entrance.

No impressive façade.

Only a neatly maintained office with a simple sign mounted beside the gate.

Ashford Foundation

Northern Regional Partnership Hub

Mr. Santos parked beside two Foundation service vehicles before stepping out to open the sliding door.

The students climbed out one after another.

Oliver glanced around curiously.

”I didn’t know the Foundation had offices like this.”

”They have several.”

Damian closed the vehicle door behind him.

”Each regional hub oversees partnerships within its assigned districts.”

”It allows the coordinators to remain close to the communities they work with.”

Sophia looked toward the surrounding streets.

”So this isn’t headquarters.”

”No.”

Damian shook his head.

”This is where much of the field coordination happens.”

Vivienne lifted her eyes toward the building once more.

It wasn’t impressive.

But somehow...

It felt important.

The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere immediately felt different.

Unlike the Foundation headquarters, there were no exhibition displays.

No photographs of charity events.

No awards decorating the walls.

Instead...

Large maps occupied nearly every available space.

Colored pins marked municipalities throughout the region.

Several corkboards displayed schedules, community visits, and upcoming meetings.

One wall had been completely covered by a regional business directory.

Another displayed lists of partner organizations, cooperatives, civic groups, schools, and local government offices.

Staff moved calmly between offices carrying folders instead of relief supplies.

Phones rang occasionally.

Someone discussed transportation schedules in the distance.

Another coordinator reviewed what appeared to be reports from different municipalities.

Everything about the office suggested quiet preparation rather than public activity.

”This way.”

A pleasant voice drew their attention.

A woman in her late thirties approached with several folders tucked neatly beneath one arm.

She wore a simple Foundation identification badge clipped neatly to her blazer.

Her smile was warm without being overly formal.

”Good morning.”

”I’m Ms. Lee.”

”Regional Partnership Coordinator.”

Her eyes briefly settled on Damian.

”Welcome back, Lord Blackwood.”

Damian inclined his head politely.

”Thank you, Ms. Lee.”

”It’s good to see you again.”

”And you as well.”

Only then did she turn toward Vivienne.

”And you must be Lady Beaumont.”

Vivienne offered a courteous bow.

”It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

”The pleasure is ours.”

There was genuine warmth in Ms. Lee’s voice.

”We’ve spent much of the past week discussing your proposal.”

Vivienne blinked in mild surprise before smiling politely.

”I hope the discussion was worthwhile.”

A quiet chuckle escaped several nearby coordinators.

”Oh, it certainly was.”

One of them smiled.

”I don’t think we’ve talked this much about a student proposal in quite some time.”

Another coordinator nodded.

”It raised more questions than answers.”

”And that’s not a criticism.”

”If anything...”

”It made us realize there were questions we hadn’t thought to ask.”

Vivienne accepted the compliment with a modest nod.

”I’m glad it was able to start a conversation.”

Ms. Lee smiled.

”I think today’s discussion will continue exactly where those conversations left off.”

She gestured toward a nearby conference room.

”Everyone’s waiting.”

The conference room was larger than Vivienne had expected.

A regional map stretched across one wall.

Another displayed photographs of various communities throughout the district.

Several coordinators were already seated around the long conference table.

Some had copies of her proposal spread open before them.

Others had regional maps covered with handwritten notes.

As Damian and the students entered, the conversations gradually quieted.

Ms. Lee remained standing near the front.

”Thank you all for coming.”

She looked around the room.

”I believe everyone has now had the opportunity to review Lady Beaumont’s proposal.”

Several coordinators nodded.

”Good.”

She folded her hands lightly before her.

”Rather than beginning with the proposal itself...”

”I’d like to begin with something else.”

She walked toward the regional map.

”For many years...”

”The Foundation’s work has followed a fairly familiar pattern.”

Her hand rested lightly against several colored markers connecting different locations.

”When communities identified needs...”

”We sought assistance from our long-standing benefactors.”

”Individuals.”

”Families.”

”Businesses.”

”Organizations with the means to help.”

She smiled faintly.

”It was a system built during a time when scarcity defined nearly every community we served.”

No one questioned the statement.

It was simply the reality every coordinator in the room had worked within.

Ms. Lee changed the map displayed on the screen.

Several municipalities became highlighted.

”However...”

She paused briefly.

”Late last year...”

”...some of our regional coordinators began reporting something rather unusual.”

The room remained attentive.

”Not everywhere.”

”Not even consistently.”

”Just enough to make us stop and take notice.”

She pointed toward one municipality.

”A commercial district that had quietly expanded.”

Another.

”A growing cooperative.”

Another.

”A cluster of family-owned businesses that had begun thriving.”

She lowered the pointer.

”Then...”

”...every so often...”

”...we would receive a phone call.”

A small smile crossed her face.

”’We have extra bread today.’”

”’We’re replacing our showroom furniture.’”

”’We’ve overproduced school uniforms.’”

”’Would the Foundation have any use for these?’”

She looked around the room.

”We accepted every contribution with gratitude.”

”But each instance seemed too small to mean anything on its own.”

A senior coordinator nodded.

”One bakery.”

”One tailor.”

”One printer.”

”One furniture workshop.”

”Each appeared to be an isolated case.”

Ms. Lee smiled in agreement.

”And because they appeared isolated...”

”We simply treated them as such.”

She looked once more at the map before turning back toward the room.

”It never occurred to us...”

”...that those isolated cases might be the earliest signs of the same change.”

Her gaze drifted naturally toward Vivienne.

”And then...”

”...we read Lady Beaumont’s proposal.”

”For the past week, our regional team has been reviewing how this proposal might fit into our existing operations.”

”Some sections immediately resonated with our own observations.”

”Others raised practical questions.”

”That’s precisely why we’re here today.”

”Not to evaluate the proposal—that decision has already been made.”

She smiled at the students.

”We’re here to make sure everyone begins this project with the same understanding before we head into the field.”

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