Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1333

The new transfer student was already causing quite a stir, despite just getting here. "Louise, don't let her get to you! She's dressed in nothing but bargain bin clothes. Sure, she's got some looks, but who knows? Maybe she got in by cozying up to someone important."

Louise's sidekick, noticing her sour mood, tried to cheer her up. "Besides, you've been the reigning beauty queen of Cedarvale Westbrook High for two years now! Who can outshine you? And with Nash wrapped around your finger, if you wanted to make life tough for someone at Cornett High, it’d be a piece of cake, right?"

Louise's expression softened a bit at this. She narrowed her eyes, deep in thought, and then suddenly asked, "That girl, she's in ninth grade?"

"Yeah, Keaton's looking after her, so she must be in Nash's class, the ninth grade."

Ninth grade. How convenient.

A sly grin crept onto Louise's face. "Send Nash a message for me," she said casually, flipping a page of her book. "You know what to say."

Her sidekick got the hint immediately, grinning widely. "Don't worry, Louise. We know exactly what to do."

The transfer student had barely set foot in the school and was already causing a ruckus, stepping on Louise's toes. Today, she'd be leaving Westbrook High in tears.

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Ninth grade. Quiet as a mouse.

Even with the chaos outside, no one dared to act up in ninth grade. Not with Nash around.

The Woods family had a century-old legacy, with clout in Cedarvale's military, political, and business circles, making them practically untouchable. Nash, with his bold and defiant personality, wasn't someone you messed with.

Right then, he was at the back of the class, head buried in his arms, dozing, with a menacing vibe about him.

"What are you murmuring about? Looking for trouble?"

Scanning it with impatience, his frown deepened, and he let out a cold laugh, "Quite the drama queen."

To stir up so much trouble on her first day.

"She's in our class?"

"Yeah, Keaton brought her in personally. She must be in our class. What was Keaton thinking, bringing in a student like that?"

Nash sneered, tossing the phone onto the table and leaning back in his chair, "Ninth grade isn't for just anyone. Today, she'll be crying her way out of our class."

The class exchanged glances, sensing the transfer student was in for it.

Five minutes later, Keaton walked into ninth grade with Fiona in tow.