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“How could | have believed that Wendy and Arielle had reconciled? If | hadn't read the news, | would have assumed that Arielle was
led astray by her dad.”
“Wendy is really weird. Let's avoid talking to her next
time.”
When she heard the comments, Wendy dug her nails into the table in anger.
Unfortunately, one of her nails broke with a crack.
“Ouch!” Exclaiming in pain, she saw blood oozing out of her fingertips.
Da*n it!
She cursed in her heart over how unfair the world was.
At that moment, footsteps could be heard outside the classroom followed by the sound of the door opening.
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Donovan had arrived.
“I'm sorry for being late, everyone. Turn to page 110. Today, we won't be learning anything new. Instead, we will be revising what
we have learned previously. Before that, lettake your attendance first.”
Just as he spoke, Donovan flipped open the class register.
When he called out Arielle’s name, no one responded.
Glaring at her empty seat, he asked Jared who sat next to her, “Jared, is Arielle still absent?”
Jared nodded. “She has taken two days leave to deal with matters at home.”
“Hmph!” Donovan snorted without another word.
She is skipping class every other day. What kind of student does she think she is?
Nevertheless, Donovan felt more relaxed and natural in her absence. When Arielle was around, he would somehow feel stressed all
the time.
If Arielle doesn’t turn up for the exam, doesn’t it mean that she will be forced to leave my class? By then, I'll no longer need to look
at her annoying face.
Casting his delight aside, Donovan began to go through the textbook with his class.
In the midst of their revision, Donovan’s mind began to drift, causing a troubled expression to appear on his face.
Over the last few days, he stayed at the teacher's quarters. where he enjoyed a few days of peace. However, Queenie had dropped
by the school that afternoon and insisted that he return hin front of the principal.
Since he couldn't lose his temper, all he could do was wallow in his misery,
“Hmph!” Snorting aloud, Donovan hated Arielle’s guts.
If not for her, he wouldn't have to marry Queenie who was extremely clingy.
“Mr. Baxter?” When the students saw that he was spacing out, they couldn't help but remind him, “Mr. Baxter, we have finished
the exercise.”
Regaining his senses, Donovan reminded himself not to get distracted unnecessarily.
To him, his most important objective was to get the students of the preparatory class admitted into Maxwell University. As for
Queenie and Arielle, he knew he didn’t have to concern himself with them for the tbeing.
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After surveying the class, Donovan asked, “The answer is 0.03. Whoever got it correct, please raise your hand.”
More than half the students in class raised their hands.
Donovan nodded in satisfaction at how good the preparatory class students’ foundations were. As a result, it wouldn't be difficult
for them to get into Maxwell University.
When Donovan swept his gaze around, he noticed that Jared also had his hand raised.
Smirking, he didn’t bother with Jared at all.
Given that Jared joined the class via connections,
Donovan felt that he couldn't compare to those that he had handpicked. Therefore, he wasn’t going to waste any ton someone
like Jared.
“In that case, Wendy...” Finally, Donovan's gaze settled upon Wendy. He continued, “There's still another way to solve this
question. Please cto the board and show it to us.”
“All right, Mr. Baxter.” Wendy had already figured out the alternative answer. The moment she walked to the board, she began
writing it down with chalk.
However, by the tshe finished, her answer was 0.418. It was different from the correct answer.”
“Erm...” Wendy's expression darkened.
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