A Film Queen

Chapter 9 Responding to Inquiries

Milly appeared indifferent as she glanced at the monitor nearby. “I hope you remember what you just said, don’t go back on your word.” Anna rolled her eyes. Despite her reluctance, she had to follow the principal’s orders and lead Milly into her own class. As they entered the classroom, whispers filled the once quiet room. “Who is this girl? A new student?”

“No way, the college entrance exam is only two months away, joining now is pointless. But with those thick bangs and big glasses, you can’t even see her face clearly.”

probably not very

introduce herself saved her from speaking, which was perfect! She scanned the classroom and paused when she noticed a familiar figure. The boy bore a striking resemblance to her, with delicate features like a male model, and always ranked first in grades. He stood with arms crossed, looking at her arrogantly, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. This was likely

Anthony’s expression darkened as he denied, “What are you staring at? I only have one sister, Stephanie. Just because someone shares my name doesn’t mean they’re my family.” Stephanie was right. Milly is indeed cunning, trying to claim a connection to the Burnetts. I can see right through her. But he wouldn’t acknowledge her! Milly was speechless at his outburst. It was Jordan’s message, not hers. Why was he angry at her? Deciding not to argue with a teenager, she focused on her studies. She texted Jordan for a bit, turned her phone off, stuffed it in her bag, and whipped her book out, getting ready for class. Since there was no drama happening, everyone turned away. As the bell rang, Anna sternly announced, “No phones in class from now on. We have a few days before the final exam. Last time, Class B was only five points behind. This time, no slacking off. If anyone drags our

to worry about math, Spanish, and comprehensive science, because when she was studying for a Ph.D., she focused on mathematics, physics, and

getting a score of 700 should be no problem. On the side, Anthony watched as Milly finished one book and then picked up another, like a curious baby. The books were still brand new, with not a single word written. He rolled his eyes. He really didn’t know how his brother had managed to persuade the principal to make an exception and accept a poor student, even placing her in the A class. She really couldn’t compare to Stephanie. Although she was in the last class, Class D, at least she had earned her place through her own efforts. Unlike Milly, who not only daydreamed in class but also openly refused to listen. It was a waste of his brother’s painstaking efforts. Unable to bear it any longer, Anthony took a deep breath and sternly reprimanded, “Can you pay attention in class?” Milly’s rhythm of reciting ancient poetry from the Centralian book was interrupted, and she frowned. “Can you stop talking

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