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 at the end of the classroom, Sophie. You

went to the last row and ignored the spiteful glares directed

students in Senior Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades.

Sophie and taunted, “It really is you, Sophie! I can’t believe you’re

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

sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and she

She grabbed Sophie’s hand and continued, “We’re not in Horington anymore, Sophie. Did you think you were something in Jipsdale?” She still believed Willow’s sister

eyes narrowed

of an eye, she twisted her hand and grabbed Queenie’s wrist, swiftly bending

Queenie yelped in

eyes, and no one dared to step forward to break

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

though coming back had been the right

roughly, causing the latter to fall to the

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

in Jipsdale.

of the class sprawled across her desk, asleep. After school ended, she grabbed her bag

the school gates when she spied Felix waiting

his mind because of

a thing, Sophie decisively got into the car

did not utter a single word of the

gaze, Sophie announced, “Tristan Lombard, right? I saved you last time, and you helped me today, so we’re even.

believed Felix and Tristan were complex characters, and she did not wish to be involved with them

merely asked Felix to make a call, and

Tristan Lombard of Lombard Group, and I need your

have anyone we want

“I have poor grades and poor morals. What exactly do you want from

in that instant that he was staring at an extraordinary young

medical skills,” came

high school student. What 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 if

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