His Dangerous Angel (Serena and Sebastian) novel Chapter 117

"Maybe she had something else to do?" Celeste offered in Serena’s defense.

"What could be more important than coming to see Taylor?"

Indigo gave Celeste a look. She carefully avoided mentioning Serena’s trip to the lab, which only strengthened his suspicions.

"Indigo, you’re in the same class as Serena. Do you have her number?" Harry asked, a little worried.

Indigo answered, "No."

Harry was speechless.

Serena strolled back to Building B with a cup of milk tea in hand. Harry hurried over. "Serena, I’m Harry, from the Advanced Research Team. We’re in the same group."

"Oh." She took a sip of her drink.

That was it? Harry felt a little deflated.

"Taylor’s in the school nurse’s office. He’s our leader. I think it’s only right that you go check on him."

Serena said, "Isn’t he fine? All he needs is glucose, trace elements, and some rest. Zayden can handle that."

Watching her walk off so breezily, Harry’s smile stiffened. What had he just said, and what had she answered? Somehow, none of it felt quite right.

Taylor spent the whole afternoon under observation in the nurse’s office, and his condition improved.

When he got up, Celeste and Joshua weren’t there—but Indigo was.

Leaning against the window, Indigo turned his head. "Do you really think Celeste saved you?"

There was something behind his tone.

Taylor raised a brow. "Who else?"

"I saw Serena go into your lab."

Taylor nearly laughed. "Indigo, I don’t target your group just because of personal feelings. You don’t need to curry favor with me on her account."

His lab could only be opened by his fingerprint and iris scan. Other than himself, only Celeste had access. Was Indigo seriously suggesting it was Serena?

Indigo frowned slightly.

"Quartz, this student is too much! I can’t teach her anymore!"

Remy was in tears, practically declaring that either he left the class or Serena did.

Quartz wiped at his sweat, stealing a cautious glance at Serena. He couldn’t understand it. How could a student put every single skill point into the wrong things? If she invested even half her talent for cheating and tormenting teachers into actual studying, she might already rival Taylor in research.

After much persuasion, it wasn’t the student who was transferred—it was the teacher.

Quartz’s reasoning was simple: Class 19 was already the worst in the grade. They couldn’t push Serena any lower, so the only option was to move the teacher up.

Class 19 was insulted by implication.

Back from the office, Serena found Indigo waiting. "Don’t tell me you wrote those things just because Mr. Remy said, ‘Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.’" He rubbed his cheek as he spoke.

Serena looked at him blankly. "At my core, I’m a pure, innocent schoolgirl."

Innocent, my ass. Like he’d believe that. If she was pure and harmless, then Patrick and he hadn’t been beaten to a pulp by her fists.

Annoying as it was, when else in a lifetime would you ever see reflections written in Heiroglyphs and Viking runes?