Chapter 12: Unveiling the True Heiress Chapter 12

Chapter 12 A Bet

A tall man in a black tailored suit stood by the door, looking at the people in the office. His hair was short and neat, and he had a commanding and regal presence. Moreover, his strikingly handsome face and gold–rimmed glasses gave him a sense of otherworldly sophistication.

Yet, he seemed familiar to Meredith. She felt she had seen him somewhere before.

The man also looked at her. His sharp gaze pierced through the lenses, fixing on her with burning intensity.

“Professor Stormborn, so good to see you,” Mr. Langley said pleasantly. His tone was filled with flattery and

respect

Stormborn….

The mention of this surname stirred something in Yvonne’s mind. Memories of a youthful face surfaced suddenly, blending with the man’s features before her.

It’s him!

Meredith looked into the man’s eyes. His fiery gaze and the faint smile on his lips caused her lashes to quiver slightly. She quickly averted her gaze, unconsciously clenching her fists at her sides.

Did he recognize me?

Zenon caught every subtle expression on her face and narrowed his almond–shaped eyes. He then turned to Ms. Miller with an icy gaze.

“What’s this? Are you disobeying the principal’s instruction?”

Ms. Miller appeared awkward and embarrassed under Zenon’s stern gaze..

Professor Stormbornis looking at me, but it’s only because this transfer student humiliated me before him!

One should note that Zenon was already a professor at twenty–four. He was handsome and well–built. Moreover, he was the heir to the Stormborn family, making him wealthy and influential. He was the dream man of all the female teachers in the school.

“Professor Stormborn, she’s only a girl from the rural countryside. Her grades are unremarkable, yet she aims too high and seeks to enter Class One, relying solely on her adoption by the Kane family. I suggest she go to Class Eleven based on her past grades. Am I wrong…”

As she explained, she became intimidated by Zenon’s cold gaze, prompting her voice to soften until it

tailed off.

Then, she glared at Meredith indignantly. This girl is a vixen! She hasn’t even started school, but she’s already seducing Professor Stormborn!

Mr. Langley, perceptive as ever, quickly intervened with a smile. “Meredith, what do you think of this class…

“Where can I take the entrance exam?” Meredith tried to ignore Zenon’s presence and looked at Mr.

Chapter 12 A Bet

You wish to take the entrance exam?” Mr. Langley was surprised.

Even though the principal personally instructed Meredith’s admission and was supported by Zenon, Mr. Langley secretly agreed with Ms. Miller. He did not believe that a girl from a rural school could achieve anything remarkable.

“Alright, go to Room 101 in Building 2 for the entrance exam now!” Ms. Miller’s eyes gleamed cunningly. “If you fail to get into Class One, you’ll have to kneel during the assembly and apologize to me in front of all the teachers and students! That will prove that what I said earlier was correct.

You embarrassed me in front of Professor Stormborn. I’ll make you humiliate yourself before the entire school!

Meredith looked at Ms. Miller. Her face was expressionless, and her gaze was cold.

Thinking she had intimidated Meredith, Ms. Miller sneered, “What’s the matter? Are you afraid? It’s good. that you have some sense. Class One is not a place where anyone can get in…”

“What if I do get in?” Meredith interrupted her calmly.

Ms. Miller sneered. “If you get in. I’ll kneel during the assembly and apologize to you before all the teachers and students!”

“Fine, Meredith answered before turning away calmly. However, she accidentally met Zenon’s gaze. His deep–set eyes were so mesmerizing that one could not look away.

Meredith paused her step. Then, she discreetly avoided him and quickened her pace.

Ms. Miller didn’t expect Meredith to agree so readily. Resentment flickered in her eyes as she watched. Meredith walk away.

Let’s see how long you can keep up this act. You’ll sorely regret it later!

“Ms. Miller, how can you make such a bet with a student?” Mr. Langley reprimanded as if suddenly awoke from a trance. Then, he turned to Zenon. “Professor Stormborn, I apologize for this. Please have a seat an have some tea…”

Zenon raised his hand and declined, “No need for tea, but I’m open to a bet.”

“What kind of bet would you like to make?” Mr. Langley was surprised.

Zenon glanced in the direction Meredith had left. “Let’s bet on whether Meredith gets into Class One. If she does, you’ll assign a new homeroom teacher to that class.”

Ms. Miller was stunned. The words struck Ms. Miller, who had just felt triumphant. Her teaching career seemed to be on the brink of ending