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…”

“All right, everyone, settle down. There’s a seat at

row and ignored

Senior Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most of

they were the farthest thing from cowards. Once Derrick ended his lesson, Queenie Lane sauntered to Sophie and taunted, “It really is you, Sophie! I can’t believe you’re thick-skinned enough to return to Jipsdale. If

had always been a member of Willow’s clique and had had her fair share of

night in an unfamiliar house, and she was in no mood to entertain

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 as

beautiful eyes narrowed

eye, she twisted her

Queenie yelped

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

pick on, either. Remember this, Queenie. I’m not the same Sophie from five years ago. Not just anyone can trample over my dignity. Oh right! I’m sure you remember what you all did to me five

coming back had

that, she shoved Queenie roughly, causing the latter

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

to remain in Jipsdale. We have to

spent the last two lessons of the class sprawled across her desk, asleep. After school ended,

set foot outside the school gates when she

changed his mind because

Sophie

single word of the speech he had

Sophie announced, “Tristan Lombard, right? I saved you last time,

were complex characters, and she did

Felix to make a call, and it

Tristan Lombard of Lombard Group, and I need

words flustered Felix, who wondered, We can have anyone we want in the world. Why must Mr. Tristan insist on

said drily, “I have poor grades

in that instant that he was staring at an extraordinary

skills,” came Tristan’s

medicine? I’ve said this many times; I managed to remove the bullet from your body out of sheer luck. You would be dead

merely insisted, “I’m dead serious,

in Jipsdale wanted to consort with, yet this young woman appeared to scoff at the

argue with them. It was clear that they would not give up regardless of