The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 37

Twenty minutes later, an elderly man with silver-streaked hair entered the classroom, the homeroom teacher of Class 8 trailing closely behind.

The teacher quickly introduced him. "Everyone, this is Mr. Xavier, our school's headmaster."

The announcement stunned the entire class.

No one had expected to see the headmaster in person-much less in their classroom. It felt like an immense honor.

At Havencrest Preparatory Academy, the headmaster was a reserved figure who rarely appeared on campus. Yet Mr. Xavier was legendary across all Havencrest schools-famous for his unyielding principles and refusal to bow to power.

Thanks to Mr. Xavier, Havencrest Prep had avoided the unsavory practices plaguing other elite schools: no wealthy families buying their way in, no teachers playing favorites based on a student's background. It was a place where merit truly mattered.

Every student at Havencrest admired him deeply.

under dozens of watchful eyes, the headmaster strode straight

caught sight of the blood smeared across her forehead and gave a startled gasp. "Good heavens, Citrine! What on earth happened to you? Come on,

Concern clouded his face.

the blood from her temple, unfazed. "I'm fine. Actually, I asked you here to

The

the crowd around her, subtly indicating

Xavier's eyes hardened, voice laced with warning. "Let me make this clear to you troublemakers-spreading rumors is a crime. Don't think I won't call

of the students. No one dared utter

there are always a few who

past semester, you'll see there's just

in pain, mustered the courage to speak

expected his appeal to

didn't hold back. "Before you open your mouth, try engaging your brain. Are you dense? The Primus Academy testing rooms are monitored from every angle. Do you