"I didn’t drag you down, did I?"
Jhovany Sullivan was touched by the fact that she not only did not bla herself, but also worried about him, and shook her head repeatedly, "No, the teacher just scolded a bit. Since I’m a good student, she wouldn’t really yell at ."
Nathalie Quinlan’s brows relaxed, and she smiled faintly, "That’s good!"
Jhovany Sullivan was touched again: Sob Sob ┭┮﹏┭┮.
Justin Wafford didn’t expect her to be so open-minded and genuinely didn’t bla Jhovany Sullivan for her well-intentioned ddling; he began to see her in a new light.
He gave her a heads-up, "I saw Ghania Quinlan’s mom at the guidance office this morning. Do you and Ghania Quinlan from Class B not get along?"
Nathalie Quinlan squinted her eyes nonchalantly and admitted candidly, "Indeed, we don’t get along that well."
Justin Wafford: "Then you might be in for so trouble."
No sooner had he said this than soone outside the classroom began to shout.
"Nathalie Quinlan, which one is Nathalie Quinlan? The teacher is asking you to go to the director of guidance’s office!"
Jhovany Sullivan anxiously clutched her hands, her face full of concern: "Why is the teacher looking for Nathalie Quinlan? And asking her to go to the guidance office, no less."
"I don’t know."
Justin Wafford wasn’t familiar with this new classmate but was willing to give her a friendly reminder for Jhovany Sullivan’s sake. Anything more was outside his purview!
"It could be related to what happened yesterday or maybe sothing else."
Jhovany Sullivan didn’t understand and asked with curiosity, "Sothing else? Nathalie just transferred to our class. What else could it be?"
"Better not to ask."
Justin Wafford was deliberately vague, unwilling to reveal any more to her.
In the McKinney upper circle, it was essentially an open secret that the Quinlan family had an impostor heiress and that she did not get along with Ghania Quinlan, whose boyfriend she had also snatched.
It was normal for the Quinlan family to disdain Nathalie Quinlan!
...
In the guidance office.
At this mont, several teachers were in the midst of a heated argunt.
"Nathalie Quinlan’s test was graded by the director and several of us teachers. It’s not possible that we all made a mistake, is it?" The male teacher from Class C puffed up with anger, insisting on his point.
Gabriella Cagwin, however, was unconvinced, dismissing it lightly, "Then it’s possible that she cheated. I’ve been teaching at No. 1 Middle School for so long, never seen a student score perfect marks. Even the previous Zayn Fisher never scored full marks. She was just average at her previous school, how could she suddenly score perfect marks after coming here..."
The male teacher from Class C insisted adamantly, "Impossible! We checked the surveillance, and Nathalie did not cheat."
"Then the test must have been leaked; she must have gotten her hands on it in advance."
"So you’re saying no matter what, Nathalie Quinlan cheated?"
Gabriella Cagwin shrugged her shoulders, as if she had reason on her side, "I didn’t say that, I’m just saying we can’t rule out that possibility."
At that mont, the head teacher from Class A, Nancy Sullivan, also stepped in.
She was dressed in a professional sheath dress, her hair ticulously combed back revealing a stern square face. She leaned forward with both hands on the desk, her expression stern, and told the director of guidance, "I don’t care whether she cheated on the placent test or not, but I cannot accept a student who is disobedient and causes trouble."
"On the very first day of school, she skipped classes without any reason and even had other students lie for her. I have never seen such a willful and headstrong student!"
Nathalie Quinlan heard the noise from the office outside, raised her hand, and knocked on the door, her voice firm, "Excuse ."
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