Pursuing Her

Chapter 5 Tell Me Who She Is

After hanging up on his call, Andy rushed out of the office and cried, “Please wait, Old Mr. Tanner. I’ll take Ms. Sophie Tanner as a student.”

His attitude had taken a one-eighty from before.

Even Josiah had no idea why the principal had suddenly changed his mind.

“Are you sure, Mr. Langston?” Josiah asked.

“That’s right, Old Mr. Tanner. I’ll have her placed in a class right away.” Then, Andy immediately called the high school’s academic head and informed her about Sophie’s immediate enrolment.

Sophie went along with the enrolment, but even she knew things were hardly as simple as they seemed.

The academic head promptly assigned Sophie to the worst-performing class in the school. After receiving her school uniform, Sophie was handed over to the homeroom teacher of Senior Class 8, Derrick Hayes.

Before Josiah left, he said to Derrick, “I’ll have to trouble you to keep an eye on Sophie, Mr. Hayes.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Sir! You should head back. I’ll lead Sophie to her class soon,” came Derrick’s courteous reply.

That was the only answer he could give, seeing as every student at Jipsdale Premier High had a wealthy or influential parent that the teachers could not afford to offend.

Derrick happened to be in charge of the third lesson of the day for Senior Class 8, so he personally escorted Sophie to her new classroom.

When he arrived at the classroom, he announced, “Hi, everyone, we have a new student in our class. She’ll introduce herself. Please give her a warm welcome.”

Sophie walked onto the podium at the front of the room and wrote her full name on the board.

Then, she declared, “Hi, everyone, my name is Sophie Tanner.”

Sophie Tanner? Her new classmates immediately whispered furiously among themselves.

“Isn’t she the Sophie Tanner who was expelled five years ago?”

“I think so! She used to be in my class.”

“I heard she had an abortion around tenth grade. Do you know if it’s true?”

“It was! Back then…”

right, everyone, settle down. There’s a seat at the end of the classroom, Sophie. You

row and ignored the

Senior Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most of

they were the farthest thing from cowards. Once Derrick ended his lesson, Queenie Lane sauntered to Sophie and taunted, “It really is you, Sophie! I can’t believe you’re thick-skinned enough to return

trap, Queenie,” Sophie cut in abruptly. Queenie had always been a member of Willow’s clique and had had her

a headache after a sleepless night in an unfamiliar house,

fear Sophie at all. She grabbed Sophie’s hand and continued, “We’re not in Horington anymore, Sophie. Did you think you were

beautiful eyes

of an eye, she twisted her hand

yelped in

in Sophie’s eyes, and no one dared to

cause trouble, but I’m not a target for you to pick on, either. Remember this, Queenie. I’m not the same Sophie from five years ago. Not just anyone can trample over my dignity. Oh right! I’m sure you remember what you all did to me five years ago. I’ll make sure you all have a taste of

coming back had

she shoved Queenie roughly, causing the latter

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

to remain in Jipsdale. We have to get rid of

two lessons of the class sprawled across her

foot outside the school gates when she spied Felix waiting

must’ve changed his

said a thing, Sophie decisively got into the car

did not utter a single word of the speech

“Tristan Lombard, right? I saved you last time, and you helped me today, so

Tristan were complex characters, and she did not

asked Felix to make

of Lombard Group, and

 We can have anyone we want in the world. Why must

Tristan and said drily, “I have poor grades and poor morals. What exactly do

straight in the eyes, and he knew in that instant

skills,”

would I know about medicine? I’ve said this many times; I managed to remove the bullet from your body out of sheer luck. You would be dead now

insisted, “I’m dead serious, Sophie. Please consider my