Anything For 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 the end of the classroom, Sophie. You

last row and

Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most of them came from elite

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

Sophie cut in abruptly. Queenie had always been a member of Willow’s clique and had had her fair share of

in an unfamiliar house, and she was in no mood to entertain Queenie’s

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

beautiful eyes narrowed

an eye, she twisted her hand and grabbed Queenie’s wrist,

Queenie yelped in

the threat in Sophie’s eyes, and no

pick on, either. Remember this, Queenie. I’m not the same Sophie from five years ago. Not just anyone can trample

as though coming back had been the

that, she shoved Queenie roughly, causing the

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

in Jipsdale. We have to get rid

the class sprawled across her desk, asleep. After school ended, she grabbed her bag and

outside the school

must’ve changed his mind because

said a thing, Sophie decisively

word of the speech

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

Tristan were complex characters, and she did

Tristan replied, “My life is worth a fortune.” He merely asked Felix to make a

Tristan Lombard of Lombard

anyone we want in the world.

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

knew in that instant that he

medical skills,” came Tristan’s

skills? Are you 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 remove the bullet from your body out of sheer luck. You would be dead now if luck hadn’t

dead serious, Sophie.

was rumored to be the corporation every elite in Jipsdale wanted to consort

too tired to argue with them. It was clear that they would not