Chapter 3

The next day, a curious crowd of students surrounded the seniors in Class 1 at Greenmeadow International School.

“Is that the new transfer student?“–

“I heard she’s the Delaney kid who went missing for eighteen years, and they finally found her in some rural orphanage.

“A country bumpkin, huh? Can she even understand our foreign language teacher’s lectures?”

“Can she keep up with our dance classes or the piano lessons? Has she ever even touched a piano?”

In the midst of the scoffs, a differing voice piped up, “But, she’s pretty hot.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the back of the classroom, where Cordelia was reading a book.

She sat there quietly, her pale fingers holding a set of practice exams, her hair neatly tied in a ponytail, revealing a perfect forehead. In her black and white uniform, she exuded an air of scholarly poise, her expressionless face focused on the test papers, and her beautiful eyes veiled in a mist.

A few boys nearby couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Most students at Greenmeadow International School came from wealthy families, used to seeing all kinds of starlets and beauties, but a beauty like Cordelia was rare.

Seeing the boys attracted, a girl’s voice pierced the air sharply, “Juliana, why is your cousin ignoring everyone? Is she that stuck–up?”

Juliana glanced at the handsome boy beside her, her eyes flickering. “Don’t say that. My cousin’s just a bit slow on the uptake. She’s new and might need everyone’s help with her studies.”

“Slow on the uptake? So, she’s a ditz, huh?“:

“No wonder she looks so dull and dim!”

The class president complained, “If she’s a ditz, she shouldn’t be in our class. There’s a baseline test today, and what if she drags down our class average?”

Class 1 was the elite class of the school, where each student carried a sense of pride.

“Why is she even in our class?”

Someone suddenly remarked, “Could it be for Hanley Foster?”

at the

well–known in their circles that the Delaney and Foster families had an arranged engagement, a typical alliance of wealth. But since the Delaney family’s eldest daughter went

Juliana.

Cordelia was back, could it be she wanted to

nudged Hanley’s shoulder, joking, “Will you get hitched to a

jaw, his sarcasm barely veiled. “How could I

up. “So, you’re going to call

“Bang!”

his forties

Now

rustled into action.

stacks and passed them back

Cordelia passed

hadn’t heard the previous discussion, calmly took the papers, and bogan answering

to focus on the exam, Hanley glanced back

on their scratch paper, but Cordelia just stared straight at the questions, writing an answer every ten

later, she stood up and handed in her test.

filled with disdain. Was she

Delaney family sent her to senior year to buy a high–priced diploma, right? In the world of the wealthy, that

useless people the most.

proctoring from the podium, also felt a headache coming

high school and was a bit off in the head, had been placed in his class, untouchable and unsolvable,

in her paper after just half an hour,

proctoring anyway, and decided to grade it. Looking down, he found the paper clean and neat, with direct answers written for the multiple–choice and fill–in–the–blank questions. He wondered how many Cordelia

question, choice C,

B, also correct.

Latham’s eyes widened in disbelief as he continued.

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

obsessed with learning various knowledge and skills. Perhaps having particular strengths meant having weaknesses, too. She was somewhat slow to

so after completing the overly simple test, she

the academic building, she was hit by a wave of heat,

paper.

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