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Chapter 231
Chapter 231
In November, with the office door wide open, Frankie still managed to break a sweat. Hearing Queenie's words, all he could think was, "How could Mr. Watkins not be arrogant?" The man strutted around like he owned the place!
Swallowing hard, Frankie felt utterly duped by Queenie. All that talk about seducing Lia was purely his own fantasy. So, they were causing such a commotion just because Mr. Watkins was dating Lia?
Queenie pressed on, "Mr. Thomas, we should call the cops!"
Waldron, seeing no way to quell the situation, sighed in resignation, "Even if we call the police, what could they do? At most, they'd detain him for a few days!"
Frankie thought to himself, "Who'd dare detain Mr. Watkins?!"
Daisy and Keen turned their gaze to Cordelia, their nerves on edge, when suddenly Frankie spoke up, "Call the cops? For what?"
His tone was earnest and solemn as he continued, "This gentleman, he's a special tutor I invited!"
Everyone was puzzled. Their tension turned into confusion in an instant. What was going on?
Waldron was especially taken aback, "What?"
Frankie coughed slightly, embarking on the first lie of his career, "I just wanted to see if there were any promising talents in the school this year, so I invited him over to tutor the students."
Waldron was bewildered.
Queenie was incredulous, "I don't buy it. If that's true, why didn't he say so earlier?"
Everard, given a solid cover and reason by Frankie, didn't need to reveal his true identity and simply smiled, "Did you even give me a chance to speak?"
Despite their constant chatter, not once had they asked him about his identity. And considering his apparent closeness with Cordelia, how could he possibly be a special tutor?
Waldron, though finding the explanation a bit far-fetched and wondering why Mr. Thomas hadn't informed the head of Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp about this tutor, couldn't dispute Frankie's word, "And this man is..."
Frankie interjected, "Do you remember the prodigy from Superiority Country who won gold at the IMO twelve years ago, bringing glory to our nation?" This revelation stunned Waldron. He gazed at Everard in disbelief.
That event from twelve years ago, though seemingly forgettable, featured a genius who, at the tender age of 13, aced the IMO with a perfect score, a feat that captivated all higher education institutions at the time.
But then, as if vanishing into thin air, this prodigy disappeared from the academic radar, leaving no trace of enrollment in any institution. Eventually, the world forgot about him.
Until now...
Waldron eagerly extended his hand, "So, you're Mr. Watkins!"
Everard, after a brief moment, shook his hand lightly before letting go, turning his attention to Cordelia with a raised eyebrow, "Little one, I'm not just about romance."
Cordelia was taken aback, remembering how she had told others that all he cared about was love. His words seemed to echo her thoughts, leaving her feeling oddly guilty.
Clearing her throat, she tried to maintain her composure with a casual "Oh."
Then she looked back at Everard, her mind racing. Was he really that brilliant at math?
Queenie, still unconvinced, challenged Frankie, "Mr. Thomas, you were ready to punish the intruder earlier, adamant about strict measures!"
Frankie coughed again, offering an explanation for his earlier stance, "Well, I thought someone was trying to poach Lia from us."
The room was filled with confusion.
Waldron tried to smooth things over, "Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp's security isn't for show."
Although puzzled by Everard's unconventional entrance and how he bypassed the electrified fences, Waldron acknowledged the rarity of breaches in their security.
Frankie nodded, "Let's put this misunderstanding behind us then."
Waldron agreed, "Everyone, back to class!"
But Queenie was not ready to let it go, only for Everard to interject with a revelation that would change everything, "I have something to say... According to my knowledge, there's been a leak in Lucille's exams, and Queenie, you had the answers beforehand."
"What?" Waldron was shocked, the atmosphere charged with tension and disbelief.
Queenie's eyes flickered with panic. "You...you're talking nonsense! What evidence do you have?!"
Everard looked at her leisurely, a hint of sternness flashing in his gaze. "Don't you?"
Queenie visibly panicked.
Of course, there was evidence.
Performance in the training camp
counted towards the final
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assessment, so having an uncle like Lucille, it was a given she'd cheat.
But she got the papers too late to get the correct answers from Lucille, resulting in her disastrous performance.
Yet, she wasn't worried, convinced that Lucille would get the papers well in advance next time.
Swallowing hard, Queenie stammered, "I...I haven't! You have no proof, stop making baseless accusations!"
Everard didn't respond, merely glancing at the time.
It should be about time.
The inquiry into Lucille and his actions took time, and Queenie's case had only been uncovered yesterday...
With that thought, three uniformed
officers walked through the door,
"Waldron, do we have a ston
their presence demanding attention.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
named Queenie here? She's
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suspected of cheating, and we need to take her in for questioning!"
The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately, the weight of the situation settling in as Queenie's fate hung in the balance.