Chapter 643 Sarcastic Remarks
Ronin had a hearty meal before remembering the reason he had gone to talk to Catherine.
Benefiting from Catherine and enjoying a meal prepared by Branden, Ronin felt it was worth it. âCatherine, I havenât discussed the matter with you yet.â
Catherine, nearly done with her meal, put down her fork, leaned back comfortably in her chair, and gazed at Ronin. âItâs not too late to talk now.â
âCatherine, the Breensâ people have contacted the head of the Skybow Group. They want the Skybow Group to invest and collaborate in dealing with the Duncan Corporation.â
After Ronin finished speaking, even he couldnât help but laugh. It was hard to decide whether the Breens were becoming more foolish or that they were truly powerful.
The big boss behind Skybow Group was none other than Catherine herself. Letting Catherine provide funds to the Breens to deal with Branden was indeed a joke.
Hearing this news, Catherine wasnât surprised. Her cooperation with Skybow Group had always been kept secret, and only a few within Skybow Group were aware she controlled the entire organization.
The Breens were recruiting and seeking capital everywhere to minimize the losses within their organization caused by their confrontation with the Duncan Corporation. The best way to do this was to bring in more capital, using other peopleâs money to do their bidding.
Their plan was cunning, but they overlooked Brandenâs considerable strength.
âCatherine, itâs almost ridiculous. They actually want us to go after the Duncan Corporation. Their minds must be quite muddled.â
Catherine lazily leaned on the chair, her relaxed expression showing some post-meal weariness. âNo need to rush to refuse. Letâs see what theyâre up to.â
She wouldnât actively help Branden, but if the Breens foolishly approached her, she would clean up the mess, not seeing it as assistance.
Ronin immediately understood Catherineâs meaning and grinned triumphantly. âCatherine, rest assured. Iâll handle it.â
After a satisfying meal, Ronin prepared to leave.
Catherine picked up her coat and put on a duckbill hat.
Observing her demeanor, Ronin couldnât help but ask, âCatherine, where are you going?â
Catherine, in constant motion, casually replied, âSchool.â
She had been on leave from school due to lab matters recently, and with the lab quiet these days, she decided to take a break from school.
Marshall had been handling her leave with other professors, but some teachers in other subjects had some objections. Marshall sent a message in the morning, asking her to attend class when she had time.
Bored at home, she decided to go to school. Besides Marshallâs specialized courses, she had to attend other classes.
Roninâs face was happy when he heard that Catherine was going to school. â Perfect, letâs go together. I get to go to school with you.â
In the afternoon class, Catherine appeared on time. Her presence attracted many glances.
Beautiful, with a cold personality, high intelligence, being a freshman arranged into the top professorsâ lab, and reportedly having a big shot backing her, any of these tags were enough to draw attention and make people focus on Catherine.
Catherine, expressionless, walked to sit beside Amelia. Amelia, seeing Catherine after a few days of absence, was a bit excited. âSuper Catherine, is everything resolved?â
âYeah,â Catherine politely responded. She was never one to speak much.
Knowing her personality, Amelia didnât feel anything wrong.
However, a student sitting nearby couldnât help but comment sarcastically, saying, âStop making a fool of yourself. Why is there the need to be so humble in front of her? You get nothing!â
Amelia was a bit displeased, knowing Catherine wasnât being intentionally aloof.
Some people just had this kind of personality, and in her eyes, Catherine was a genius. Geniuses were often solitary, with minds too brilliant for ordinary people to understand, making communication difficult. She thought it was perfectly normal.
Amelia turned and gave a stern look to the talkative student. She disdainfully said, âMind your own business if you have time.â
The student felt that her well- intentioned advice wasnât appreciated and thought Amelia was hopeless, so she stopped bothering with Amelia.
Catherine didnât take it seriously.
As the bell rang, the subject teacher walked in carrying books.
When the subject teacher saw Catherine, there was a momentary pause and a deliberate glance at Catherine. âOh, a rare guest. I never thought Iâd see Professor Hartleyâs proud student in my classroom.â
Everyone knew whom the teacher was teasing.
No one would have thought that the teacher would hate Catherine so much and even satirize her openly.
Catherine sat quietly, her expression slightly changing, showing no indication of responding.
Receiving no response to the initial confrontation, the teacher felt no interest in the situation and decided to proceed with the lesson.
While explaining the textbook content, the teacher presented two challenging questions during the class.
âThese two questions are something I recently came across online. Theyâre a bit tricky. Iâve taken the time to figure out the solutions, and Iâm wondering if any of you would like to come up and give them a try.â
Instantly, a cacophony of discussions erupted within the classroom. Everyone in the room overcame countless challenges, proving themselves as elites among elites.
Several students had already started writing. The difficult problems seemed to bring out their instinctive competitiveness.
Everyone aimed to find the best approach to take the lead.
A good while passed, yet not a single person dared to give their answer.
With a raised voice, the teacher said, â Itâs okay if you donât have the answers. You can also share your thought process. This question is challenging, so donât be discouraged, everyone.â
Still, the classroom remained as silent as a graveyard. Sensing a lack of response from the students, the teacher started to feel a bit displeased.
She turned around, only to catch sight of Catherine slumped over the desk, fast asleep. Instantly, a surge of anger erupted within her. âCatherine, Catherineâ¦â
After hearing the teacher calling her, Catherine slowly lifted her head from the desk and gazed up at the teacher.
Observing her nonchalant demeanor, the teacher didnât hold back, adopting a somewhat sarcastic tone.
âProfessor Hartleyâs top student, right?
Both Professor Hartley and the principal praise your intelligence and high IQ.
Since thatâs the case, come up and show us. Solve this problem for us.â
Catherine glanced at the question on the blackboard, realizing the teacher was deliberately making things difficult for her.
She responded, âI canât do it.â
The teacher seemed surprised that Catherine wasnât even willing to pretend to attempt the problem. She had expected Catherine to come up and make up an answer.
Catherineâs attitude completely infuriated the teacher, who began to make sarcastic remarks.
âHeh, itâs just so-so. Not as high IQ as they say.â
Seeing Catherine embarrassed, many people secretly laughed. Some brainless individuals would revel in the humiliation of a genius.
Compared to Catherineâs calmness, Amelia, as an outsider, appeared more nervous.
She subtly pulled Catherineâs hand and whispered, âI found the thought process to this problem in the evening.
Although itâs just the approach without the answer, you can at least go up and pretend to show something.
After all, the teacher said the problem is difficult, and you thinking of an approach so quickly will stop her from targeting you.â
Amelia believed that the most important thing was to give the teacher a way out so that she wouldnât continue targeting Catherine.