Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 45

Sophie replied coolly, "I'm not interested."

Her response seemed to surprise Harold. "You're not interested?"

"Yeah."

After all, no matter who was teaching, she just needed to quietly be a good student and graduate smoothly.

"Do you even know who I am?"

"You are Harold. The dean just mentioned it."

"And you still speak to me with that tone?"

Sophie turned her head, looking seriously at Harold, "Sorry, we're in the middle of class."

Harold's eyes were searching. He was about to approach Sophie to continue their conversation when Adler, who was on the podium, pushed up his glasses and pointed at Harold in the back row, "Young man in the back, please don't flirt with the female students during class."

It was his duty to protect the interests of his buddy's beloved!

Harold frowned unhappily, but when he turned to Mr. Adler, he surprisingly held back his anger.

Everyone tacitly understood that Eastwood College was not to be underestimated. They knew that these young elites were hard to tame with ordinary instructors, so they specifically brought in someone like Adler, who was both more stubborn and well-connected.

After all, Adler had the backing of the formidable Mr. Colby.

Though Colby seemed to have little influence in Devonport, ever since he was acknowledged by the influential Lennon family, he had firmly established his presence there.

And Colby, he was a true renegade. Every business has its dirty laundry, and it was often Colby who was tasked with making it disappear.

No one wanted to cross Colby.

"Let's start with some introductions to get to know each other better. We'll be spending a lot of time together," Adler said, his face transforming into a friendly smile.

"After class, meet me at the entrance of Liberty Hall," Harold suddenly said to her.

Sophie didn’t respond.

The introduction session ended quickly, and Harold left the classroom as soon as the bell rang, under Adler’s watchful gaze.

Sophie deliberately lingered, pretending to organize her notes until everyone had left. Then Adler rushed down from the podium and asked, “Ms. Sophie, when did you start tangling with Harold?”

“Tangle? I haven’t,” Sophie replied innocently.

Adler said, “Don’t think I can’t see through you. You’re deliberately trying to get close to Harold. Ms. Sophie, I’d advise you to stay away from that little tyrant. He’s backed by Mr. Gordon.”

“Don’t worry, I’m aware. Thanks, though.”

Sophie picked up her backpack and walked out of the classroom.