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…”

“All right, everyone, settle down. There’s a seat

obediently went to the last row and ignored the spiteful glares

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

his lesson, Queenie Lane sauntered to Sophie and taunted, “It really is you,

of Willow’s clique and had had her fair share of picking on Sophie in

sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and she was in no mood

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

beautiful eyes

her hand and grabbed Queenie’s

Queenie yelped in

classmates noticed the threat in Sophie’s eyes, and no one dared to step forward to break up the

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

felt as though coming back had been the right

causing the latter

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

remain in Jipsdale.

spent the last two lessons of the class sprawled across her desk, asleep. After school ended, she

the school gates when she spied Felix

must’ve changed his

a thing, Sophie decisively got into the car

word

her gaze, Sophie announced, “Tristan Lombard, right? I saved you last time, and you helped me

characters, and she did not wish to be

Tristan replied, “My life is worth a fortune.” He merely asked Felix to make a call, and it was nothing compared to what she did

continued, “I’m Tristan Lombard of Lombard

Felix, who wondered, We can have anyone we want in the world. Why must Mr. Tristan insist on this

poor grades and poor morals. What exactly do you want from

in the eyes, and he knew in that instant that he was staring at an extraordinary

medical skills,”

I’ve said this many times; I managed to remove the bullet from

“I’m dead serious,