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…”

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

went to the last row and ignored the spiteful

did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most

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

in abruptly. Queenie had always been a member of

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

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

beautiful eyes

twisted her hand and grabbed

Queenie yelped in

and no one dared to step forward to break up the

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

suddenly felt as though coming back had been the

Queenie roughly, causing the latter to

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

can’t allow Sophie to remain in Jipsdale. We have

of the class sprawled across her desk, asleep. After

the school gates when she spied Felix waiting

his mind because

Sophie decisively got into the car

a single word

you last time, and you helped me today, so we’re even. Don’t look for

Tristan were complex characters, and she did not wish to be involved

is worth a fortune.” He merely asked Felix to make a call, and it was nothing compared

“I’m Tristan Lombard of Lombard Group, and

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

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

he knew in that instant

medical skills,” came Tristan’s

I know about medicine? I’ve said this many times; I managed

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