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Chapter_54
Vivienne stood at the front of the classroom, her arms crossed as she surveyed the students. The testing session had been nothing short of disastrous. Their lack of preparation and unwillingness to tackle the challenges laid before them were painfully obvious. It wasn’t just that they couldn’t answer the questions—it was the sense of defeat that permeated the room, the way their pens barely moved, as though they were trying to avoid facing the truth of their academic shortcomings.
Logan’s comment, though a feeble attempt at humor, was enough to make her clench her jaw. “Leave the questions blank? I’m not here to let you off easy. I’m here to make you work for it,” she replied, her voice firm but carrying the weight of unspoken frustration.
She didn’t expect them to be experts overnight. After all, they were hardly a group of academic prodigies. But she did expect effort. She wanted to see them at least try. It was the least they could do for themselves, for the school, and for their future.
“Alright, break time,” Vivienne continued, trying to reset the energy in the room. “You can relax for a few minutes, but when we get back, you need to focus. You’re not leaving here until every question is answered. Don’t think that just because you’re struggling now, it means you won’t succeed later. If you give up now, you might as well not even try.”
Her words hung in the air as the students shuffled out of their seats and stretched their stiff limbs. Despite her tough exterior, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. It had been so long since she’d been in their position, so long since she’d struggled with anything academic. But she remembered the pressure, the confusion, and the overwhelming feeling of being lost. It was hard to keep moving forward when everything felt like it was working against you.
Meanwhile, Lysander was still reeling from Percival’s unexpected decision to take on the role of PE teacher. He had never imagined the powerful chairman of CK Group would lower himself to such a position, especially under an alias. “The seventh young master of the Ellington family…” Lysander muttered under his breath. It seemed too strange to be true.
His mind kept drifting back to the moment when Percival had revealed his plan. He had agreed to it, of course—after all, it was Percival who had given him the order—but deep down, he was curious. Why had Percival chosen to take on this role, and what was the real reason behind it?
Lysander had no time to dwell on it further as he hurried back to the administrative office to set the wheels in motion. If Percival wanted to work under the guise of a teacher, he would make it happen. He had no choice but to comply.
Back at the school, Percival’s mind was focused on more than just the students of Class Eighteen. He was piecing together information about Vivienne—about her past, her abilities, and her connection to a mystery that had been brewing for years. As he sat in the back of the car, his phone still in his hand, he felt the weight of the secrets he was uncovering. The puzzle was slowly coming together, but there were still pieces missing. The more he learned about Vivienne, the more questions he had. He had to know everything about her, and there was one place where the answers might be hidden: the potion.
But for now, the focus was on the school. His plan to teach gym was part of a larger strategy, one that would allow him to keep a closer eye on Vivienne. Through her, he hoped to uncover the truth about Evelyn, the potion, and the dark secrets surrounding them. Vivienne was the key, and he wouldn’t stop until he found the answers.
The car sped through the streets, the city’s hustle and bustle fading into the background as Percival’s mind wandered. He could sense that this was just the beginning.
