Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Tina withdrew her gaze from Albert and ignored him. She lifted her eyes to the other students and spoke at a leisurely pace, “Now, I will state my rules…” At this point, Tina paused and her eyes suddenly turned cold, “Do not interrupt me again. I do not wish to resort to uncivilized measures to solve problems!”

As soon as Tina’s words fell, an untimely voice chimed in with a sneer, “Ha! A joke! You think knowing a few dirty tricks will make us listen to you? Are you dreaming?”

Tina looked towards the source of the voice. It was Hendrik, Mr. Stiller’s nephew from the capital, where the Stiller family held a high status. Even amongst the elite in the capital, the Stiller family was not to be underestimated.

Tina glanced at Hendrik without a word, turned, and walked to the classroom door. When she returned, she held a stick in her hand. She walked straight up to Hendrik, stick in hand.

Hendrik frowned and let out a mocking laugh, “What? You want to hit me? I’m not some pushover like Albert. I am Hendrik Stil-thud!” Before he could finish his name, a dull thwack from the stick hit Hendrik, causing him to leap up, “Damn! You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?”

Tina ignored him and continued to strike him with the stick. Although Hendrik had some training, each time he tried to retaliate, Tina’s stick would accurately and unerringly come at him. And somehow, her way of hitting was strange. It seemed a light tap but was exceptionally painful upon impact.

“Stop it! Stop! I will tell my uncle! I will have you fired!” Hendrik howled. His uncle was Mr. Stiller!Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Tina didn’t even spare him a glance but pointed the stick at Albert, “You! Get some people to hang him up!”

These students, usually uninterested in learning, had everything in their classroom, including many hooks on the ceiling, perfect for hanging up this unfortunate soul.

Albert started to object but then heard Tina speak slowly, “As I have heard, the infamous Albert Sitwell is actually in love with…”

Before she could finish, Albert leaped up, pointing at several people, “You, you, and you, hang him up, quick!” He refused to yield to Tina’s tyranny!

This woman was toxic! She even knew who he had a crush on! This was-she had him by the throat! He hadn’t even confessed his love, and if it got out, he wouldn’t even be able to be friends with her anymore.

Seeing Albert really ordering people to tie him up, Hendrik exploded in anger, “Albert, you dare! If you touch me, I will never let you off!”

Albert lifted his head with a snort, “What does it have to do with me? Miss Reed ordered this. My mother taught me to listen to the teacher in school!”

Hendrik was speechless. Damn it all!

Initially, Albert had not been convinced by Tina, but now he was somewhat impressed. In classroom 22D, he and Hendrik were always at odds. Of course, there was also Velma, but he didn’t have much conflict with her.

In classroom 22D, with over forty students, they were divided into three factions. He and Hendrik each led one faction, and Velma led another. When it came to fighting and showing toughness, he and Hendrik were the fiercest rivals.

Velma, on the other hand, was someone no one dared to provoke, but she rarely caused trouble, so usually, it was just verbal sparring.

Thinking of how Tina had just used a stick to beat Hendrik without him being able to fight back, Albert was quite impressed. After all, seeing Hendrik in a bind was satisfying for him.

So, he quickly had the others hoist Hendrik up. Hendrik, suspended from the ceiling, cursed at Tina, “You little wench, if you have the guts, kill me. If you can’t kill me, I’ll make your life a living hell!”

Tina glanced at him, seriously saying, “I have your father’s phone number. Before you try to kill me, maybe you should ask for his opinion?”

Hendrik was speechless. Was this woman insane? Why involve parents in children’s conflicts? Wait, how did she have his father’s phone number? He didn’t recall his father knowing such a person.

Tina ignored his thoughts, took out her phone, and dialed a number. Soon, the call connected.

“Se…”

The person on the other end had barely uttered a word when Tina interrupted, “Mr. Stiller, it is an honor. I have become your son’s Lead Teacher. He refuses to obeyme and has threatened to kill me. I am a civilized woman, so I’m calling to complain. He’s right beside me, maybe you’d like to educate him?”

On the other end of the line, Hendrik’s father, Ruben Stiller, fell silent. After a two-second pause, he suddenly cursed, “Hendrik, you worthless little brat! I sent you to school, not to start a rebellion! You think you’re tough now, daring to threaten a teacher?”

“Listen to me, if you don’t get into university this year, I’m disowning you, throwing you out, and you can beg on the streets!”

“I’m so angry! Rylands, Rylands, prepare the car, I’m going to Ensford, I’m going to thrash that little runt!”

Hendrik was speechless. What had he done to deserve this?

Ruben Stiller’s furious voice echoed through the phone across the classroom, leaving the students dumbfounded. Was this really happening?

Wasn’t she supposed to argue back with his father or try to curry favor to control his child? Why did the plot not follow the usual script?

After hanging up the phone, Hendrik, still fuming, said to Tina, “Your so-called uncivilized measures, are just tattling? How is that heroic? If you’re a real hero, fight me one-on-one. If you’re too scared to fight me one-on-one, I have no respect for you.”

Tina calmly put her phone in her pocket and replied indifferently, “I’m no hero. Snitching is my style of handling things, yes, you heard right, I am a snitch!”

Hendrik was speechless. The other students were speechless. This was bizarre; she admitted to being a snitch with such audacity?

Hendrik was infuriated, feeling a suffocating frustration with nowhere to vent.

Tina turned her attention away from him and approached a snake that had recoiled into its cage when she had demonstrated her domineering power earlier. She casually picked up one of the snakes and grabbed a rope, stepping onto a desk.

Hendrik’s voice trembled in fear, “What, what are you going to do? You can’t kill me, this is a society governed by law!”

He was terrified and wanted to run, but tied up as he was, escape was impossible.

Tina tied the snake to him, placing a small box on Hendrik’s chest to keep the snake at a certain distance, ensuring it couldn’t bite him. The snake’s head was level with Hendrik’s eyes, its tongue flicking in and out.

Hendrik was petrified, his eyes locked on the snake, too frightened to move or speak, afraid that any slight movement would provoke a bite.

But for some reason, he felt a warm liquid flowing beneath him, and his face flushed with embarrassment. Damn it! He had wet his pants! Though it was just a little, it didn’t change the fact that he had wet himself. Not wanting the other students to see, he clamped his legs together tightly.

“This is what I meant by uncivilized measures,” Tina said slowly, just as Hendrik was on edge.