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.”

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class deteriorating, Anna furrowed her brows and sternly knocked on the desk. “What’s all this noise? Quiet down! This is our new transfer student.” She then turned to Milly and said, “Alright, stop standing there, go sit in the empty seat at the back.” Throughout the interaction, she didn’t bother to introduce Milly, her tone dripping with disdain. Milly didn’t mind at all; not having to 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 the original owner’s sixth brother, Anthony. Ignoring his hostility, Milly found a quiet corner by the window to sit. As she settled in, her phone vibrated in her bag. Checking the message from her eldest brother, Jordan, she heard his deep voice. “Milly, focus on your studies. I’ll get back to work. You and Anthony are in the

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 class down, they’ll be out of Class A!” It felt like she was singling out Milly. “Alright, everyone, please take out the practice papers. Today, we will discuss the final key question.” Milly remained composed, treating her words as if they were just a passing breeze. She twirled her pen in her hand and tilted her head

wouldn’t fall asleep. She didn’t have to worry about math, Spanish, and comprehensive science, because when she was studying for a Ph.D.,

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

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