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

went to the last row and ignored the

Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most

Queenie Lane sauntered to Sophie and taunted,

had always been a member of Willow’s clique and

after a sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and she

did not fear Sophie at all. 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 was as meek

beautiful eyes

twisted her hand

yelped in

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

to cause trouble, but 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

though coming back

shoved Queenie roughly, causing the latter

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

in Jipsdale.

sprawled across her desk, asleep. After school ended, she

foot outside the school gates when she spied

his

had said a thing, Sophie decisively got into the

not utter a single word of the speech he

right? I saved you last time, and you helped me today, so we’re even. Don’t look

and Tristan were complex characters, and she did not

He merely asked Felix to make a call, and it was nothing

Lombard of Lombard Group, and I need your

want in the world. Why must

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

eyes, and he knew in that instant that he was staring at

skills,” came

pulling my leg? I’m an eighteen-year-old high school student. What would I know about medicine? I’ve said this many times; I managed to

dead serious, Sophie. Please consider my offer