At the sight, someone couldn’t help but snort with laughter.
Nina Sinclair shot an angry glare in that direction, but the female student who had laughed at her immediately ducked her head. For a moment, Nina couldn’t tell who it was.
She was furious.
She quickly walked to the back of the room, planning to skip class as soon as the professor finished taking attendance.
However, to her surprise, the professor didn’t take attendance.
Nina Sinclair had no seat and couldn’t play on her phone. On top of that, she was wearing high heels, and before the class was even over, a piercing pain shot through her heels.
She was about to sneak out, but it was as if the professor sensed it. He looked up, his gaze landing in Nina Sinclair’s direction. "I will be taking attendance next period. If I call your name and you’re not here, you will automatically fail this course for the semester."
The moment Nina Sinclair heard that, she instantly gave up any thought of skipping class.
’I’ve been submitting myself to that old man every day. It was hard enough to get that cheapskate to promise me a role. I absolutely can’t let my grades drag me down now.’
But when she looked at the dense array of formulas and so-called experimental data on the board, it was all Greek to her.
"Nina Sinclair."
Suddenly, a calm voice called out from the lectern.
Nina Sinclair had been spacing out. Her eyes flashed with panic, and she immediately straightened her posture.
"Hahaha, the professor is just calling on her. Nina Sinclair must have been spacing out again."
Hearing this, Nina Sinclair’s face turned beet red.
After class, Nina Sinclair angrily climbed into a white Rolls-Royce.
"Baby, what’s wrong?"
As soon as she got in, a man wrapped his arms around her.
The man’s salt-and-pepper beard brushed against her shoulder. Suppressing her disgust, Nina Sinclair said pitifully, "Honey, I was bullied today!"

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