Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie arrived early at the classroom in Eastwood College. The graduate students in the finance department were few, with only one class per year.

The students in this class were either wealthy or exceptionally intelligent–or both.

Sophie chose a seat at the back. She had just enrolled, and didn’t want to draw too much attention. If Bea found out she was attending Eastwood College, she would surely make a scene.

Suddenly, the classroom door burst open with a loud bang. A few boys sitting in the front reading books frowned and were about to lose their temper, but upon seeing the person who entered, they all shut their mouths.

Sophie looked up and followed everyone’s gaze toward the door. There stood Harold, dressed in casual sportswear, looking effortlessly laid–back.

Sophie frowned. Why was Harold here? She distinctly remembered that during the last exam, Harold had submitted a blank paper.

The dean at the door was very polite to Harold. “Mr. Harold, you can sit at the front. The view is better there.” As he spoke, the dean moved forward to pull out a chair for Harold in the first row.

Ignoring him, Harold dragged the chair towards Sophie and quickly sat next to her.

The other students looked disdainful, but no one dared to express their displeasure. After all, the Aldridge family held considerable prestige in Devonport.

“Your seat is up front,” Sophie reminded him kindly.

This young man was notorious in Devonport for holding grudges. She had deliberately provoked Harold last time, and clearly, he hadn’t forgotten.

Harold replied nonchalantly, “I sit wherever I want.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The dean awkwardly made his exit.

Sophie glanced around at the other students, thinking that ordinary professors wouldn’t show up to teach this elite group. She was curious about which unlucky professor would have to deal with these untouchable rich kids.

Soon, a familiar voice echoed from the doorway. Tm late, I’m late! Damn!”

Adler stumbled into the classroom, rushing in breathlessly.

The moment Sophie spotted Adler, she lost her temper

Pushing up his glasses, Adler said, “Sorry, first time teaching, not much experience.”

“Professor, your glasses don’t have lenses.” Someone shouted out, and laughter spread around the room.

Adler was well–connected in these circles, with many friends among those present, quite a few of whom he had shared drinks with.

Sophie rubbed her temples. It seemed impossible to learn anything new at Eastwood College

But then again, she hadn’t really expected to gain much deeper knowledge here. It was more about adding leverage for later control over the Russell family.

“Cut it out, I’m the substitute teacher today. Your usual professor is busy. When he’s busy, I’m here. When he’s not, he’ll be back.”

Hearing Adler’s explanation, Sophie’s first thought was of Colby.

But then again, the kind of deals Colby was involved in weren’t exactly things that could be discussed openly, and he certainly wouldn’t teach at a school.

“Want to know who he’s talking about?” Beside her, Harold suddenly spoke.