The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Ronin had known Barnaby for eight years. Outside of work, he’d never seen Barnaby’s gaze linger on any woman for more than a minute.

Because of this, Ronin and the other three assistants privately doubted Barnaby would ever fall in love.

But now, Barnaby had actually looked at a woman.

‘Great, Ronin wondered. They wouldn’t have to worry about Barnaby’s future happiness anymore.

They walked down the hallway toward the office of the director, Jett Drumm.

“Ms. Carter, I’m sorry. Mr. Croft has an urgent matter and must entertain a distinguished guest, so he can’t meet with you personally. But Mr. Croft arranged for Mr. Drumm to handle your transfer,” the driver explained.

Hannah nodded and said, “Thank you.”

Her voice was neither warm nor cold, and her delicate features showed nothing but a distant, unapproachable chill.

‘So cold,’ the driver thought. ‘What’s her relationship with Mr. Croft? Wolfram Croft made me emphasize treating this young lady well.’

They arrived at Jett’s office.

Jett, bald and wearing thick square glasses, sat behind his desk. Standing in front of him was Lyra Miller, a teacher of mixed Zirenth-Thalvar heritage.

“Ms. Miller, this transfer student will be assigned to your class,” Jett said, handing her some documents.

Lyra was the teacher in charge of Sophomore Class 1.

Cavalor’s high school had eleven classes per grade. Each semester, students were reshuffled based on their final exam rankings. Only the top fifty students in the grade could enter Class 1.

Lyra glanced at the transfer student’s academic record and immediately frowned.

Cavalor International School prided itself on high teaching standards. Every new admission was required to pass an entrance exam before enrollment.

‘Why is this transfer automatically placed in Class 1? He didn’t even take the entrance exam, Lyra thought.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door. The driver ushered in a girl dressed in white.

“Mr. Drumm, this is the transfer student Mr. Croft assigned to you,” the driver.said.

“Hannah, you’re here? Please, have a seat,” Jett immediately stood, smiling warmly as he invited her to the sofa.

Wolfram had personally called last night, stressing the importance of properly accommodating this student.

Any student Wolfram cared about this much had to be special, surely connected to him somehow.

Jett wasn’t about to miss this chance to shine in front of Wolfram, hoping it would boost his chances for promotion and a raise.

“No, thank you,” Hannah replied coolly. “What procedures need to be done?”

“The enrollment formalities will be completed shortly. First, I’d like to introduce you to Lyra Miller, the homeroom teacher of the Sophomore Class 1,” he said.

Jett looked at Lyra. “Ms. Miller, this is Hannah. I’ll leave her in your care. Please take her to the classroom.”

Lyra sized Hannah up. She was elegant and sexy, dressed in a tasteful dress.

Yet she radiated an icy, aloof aura, proud and unapproachable, not very

likable.

From the earlier conversation, Lyra gathered that Hannah had ties to Wolfram.

She despised nepotism, especially when it involved underperforming students who had no awareness of their own limitations.

Lyra refused to let such students tarnish her excellent teaching record.

“Hannah, welcome to Cavalor International School. But Class 1 does not welcome you,” Lyra said deliberately in Thalvarin.

Then, as if realizing, she switched to Zirenthis. “Oh, you probably don’t understand Thalvarin, do you? That’s what I just said.”

“Ms. Miller, what do you mean by that?” Jett’s face turned awkward.

Hannah said nothing.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lyra raised the documents in her hand. “She hasn’t even passed the most basic Thalvarin level.

“How can she attend classes here? How could she take exams? Placing her in Class I would drag down the elite top fifty students and lower Cavalor’s graduation rate.”

Her refusal was firm, making Jett visibly more uncomfortable.

Hannah’s records indeed showed no Thalvarin certification.

Her previous grades didn’t meet Cavalor’s admission standards.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was that she was handpicked by Wolfram.

“Ms. Miller, Hannah is Mr. Croft’s-“Jett tried to say.

“Mr. Drumm, there’s no need to say more. Pride comes from knowing your limits. Since she can’t pass the entrance exam, she belongs in Class 11,” Lyra cut him off.

Class 11 was for the lowest-ranked students, reserved for those lagging behind.

Hannah remained silent.

“Ms. Miller, you sure have a lot of nerve,” a rich, magnetic male voice came from outside.

The three turned around to find a man standing at the office door, appearing out of nowhere.