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

obediently went to the last row and ignored the spiteful glares directed

8 did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most of

Queenie Lane sauntered to Sophie and taunted, “It really is you, Sophie! I can’t believe you’re thick-skinned enough to return to Jipsdale. If I were

in abruptly. Queenie had always been a member of Willow’s clique and had

nursing a headache after a sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and she was in

in Horington anymore, Sophie. Did you think

beautiful eyes narrowed

she twisted her hand and

yelped in

in Sophie’s eyes, and no

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

felt as though coming back had been

that, she shoved Queenie roughly, 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 grabbed her bag

foot outside the school gates when

must’ve changed his mind

Sophie decisively got into the car beside

did not utter a single word of the speech he had

impatience brimming in her gaze, Sophie announced, “Tristan Lombard, right? I saved you last time,

she did not wish to be

to make a

continued, “I’m Tristan Lombard of Lombard Group, and I need

have anyone we want in the world. Why

drily, “I have poor grades

in that instant that he was

medical skills,”

I managed to remove the bullet from your body

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