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…”

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

to the last row and ignored the spiteful

students in Senior Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most of them came

Lane sauntered to Sophie and taunted, “It really is

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

after a sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and she was in no mood to entertain

and continued, “We’re not in Horington anymore, Sophie. Did

beautiful eyes narrowed

the blink of an eye, she twisted her hand and grabbed Queenie’s wrist,

Queenie yelped

threat in Sophie’s eyes, and no one dared to step forward to

ago. Not just anyone can trample over my dignity. Oh right! I’m

coming back had been the right

Queenie roughly, causing the latter to

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

in Jipsdale. We

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

had just set foot outside the school gates

changed his mind because

Sophie

a single word of the speech he

“Tristan Lombard, right? I saved you last

and Tristan were complex characters, and she did not wish

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

Tristan Lombard of Lombard Group, and

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

poor grades and

Tristan straight in the eyes, and he knew in that instant that

skills,” came Tristan’s

I managed to remove the bullet

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