The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Class Six was on the sixth floor, with a designated elevator for students. At Ventrocloud High School, there was no early self-study session, and the classes began at nine in the morning, allowing for a relatively late start.

Returning to her classroom, Madelyn surveyed the familiar yet foreign faces of her classmates, able to name only a few. The bell signaling the beginning of class rang out, and Madelyn hastily resumed her seat, guided by memory. Just as she was about to set down her backpack, she noticed several students glancing her way, murmuring among themselves.

“That’s Forrest Arnold’s seat. She’s got some guts sitting there.”

“She was on sick leave for a few days. Did she go mad or something?”

‘What? Forrest?’ Madelyn looked at the clean, book-less desk in front of her, immediately standing up. ‘How can this be Forrest’s seat? I’ve always been in the second-to-last row. Am I not?’

some cruel twist of fate, there stood Forrest at the entrance, clad in an untidy school uniform, his tie loosely done. He held his bag in one hand and stared defiantly at Madelyn. He clicked his tongue against his back teeth,

interaction with him. But when she did, it was always because Forrest had a bone to pick with her. No

of Serena’s pointed indication—second desk from the window in the first row—Madelyn finally realized that the seating had been rearranged during her leave. Wincing at her mistake, she quietly slid into her actual seat. Forrest was a notorious jerk, known for his violent temper. He approached his own

you just got to school. Where are you off to

Timothy’s shoulder. “Where else? He

eyesore? Once I graduate, I’ll be the first to investigate the Jent family. Just wait, you’ll end up spending the rest of your life in prison with your bumpkin dad.” He adjusted his tie smugly after

sparkling eyes to scrutinize

could strut around so brazenly in front of her was because his father was the chief of the National Investigative Bureau, a man so incorruptible that even Hayson was helpless against him. Over the years, the Johnson family had been hounding Hayson relentlessly, ready to bring him down the instant they found a grip on him. As for Adrian, he hailed from a renowned legal family. His father was one of the most internationally authoritative judges, and his mother was a pioneer of the legal industry and a globally

in the least; instead, she nodded in approval. “Well said, such ambition! I too think Hayson is a scumbag,

he pointed at Madelyn, speechless for a moment. Seeing that Forrest had nearly disappeared, Adrian quickly grabbed the miffed Timothy and hurried to catch up with Forrest. These three were notorious for skipping classes, and the teachers were helpless. Even parental involvement rarely solved anything. Therefore, the teacher turned a