The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

When Hannah finally found the testing room, there were barely thirty minutes left in the second morning

exam.

Jackson blocked her at the door and said, “Once it’s fifteen minutes past the start, no one is allowed in.”

Hannah froze.

At that moment, her phone rang. The caller ID showed Dorian.

She had just picked up when Dorian exploded through the receiver. “Hannah, who gave you the guts to skip an exam? Are you trying to drag the Scott family’s name through the mud?”

“I don’t care where you are right now. Get home this instant. Stop embarrassing us out there,” he added sharply.

‘So noisy,’ she thought.

Expression blank, Hannah hung up.

Dorian hadn’t even finished his tirade when he heard the beeping tone. He looked down; she had actually ended the call.

Rage surged through him again, and he dialed her number.

This time, she rejected the call immediately.

Ready to throw his phone, Dorian fumed. ‘She dared hang up on me?’ he wondered.

He dialed again, stubborn as ever, but Hannah simply powered off her phone. Then she stopped the teacher Jackson, who was about to return to the room.

“Sir, I think I can still give it one more try,” she said.

“You’re Hannah?” Jackson asked, giving her a quick once-over.

Lyra had just come by asking about her, so the name stuck in his mind.

He hated late examinees the most.

‘If she can’t even manage her time, her scores won’t be impressive. Even if she sits for it, it’s pointless,’ he thought.

“Yes,” Hannah replied.

Jackson said, “Come back next semester. You missed the first Literature exam, and you arrived late for this Math one.

“Even if you score perfectly in this afternoon’s two tests, you still won’t reach the admission cutoff.”

He waved her off, telling her to leave.

Hannah didn’t move. “I can finish four test papers in the time allotted for the two afternoon exams.”

Jackson blinked. In ten years of supervising exams, he had never met a student who bragged so openly.

‘Even top student Owen wouldn’t dare say something like that, yet some nobody from the slum had the nerve to boast?’ he wondered.

He scoffed, “Oh? If you’re that capable, why bother with high school? Go take the SAT and jump straight into college.”

Hannah said nothing, but she thought, ‘I could, but that would draw unnecessary attention. Too flashy.

“Hannah, thank goodness you’re still here.” Just then, Jett came running over, out of breath.

“Mr. Drumm?” Jackson looked surprised.

Bent over with his hands on his knees, Jett panted, “Jackson, could I trouble you to work overtime and let Hannah finish her entrance exams?”

“What for?” The moment he heard “overtime,” Jackson bristled, especially if it meant supervising a late student.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Jett said, “I just got word that Hannah was called over by Mr. Thole to help with something, which delayed her exam.

“Mr. Thole specifically asked me to explain the situation. We shouldn’t make things hard for a student who only wanted to lend a hand.”

Hannah was a little surprised and glanced at Jett.

She wondered, ‘Should I praise Barnaby for being thoughtful or scold him for doing this on purpose?’

Jackson still disliked the idea of staying late, but since Jett had come in person and even invoked Barnaby, whom even Wolfram treated with respect, he had no choice but to agree.

After Jett left, Jackson brought Hannah to an empty classroom. Four test papers were laid out in front of her.

“You said podium.

you could finish four exams in the time for two? Go ahead,” he said, then turned and sat down at the

Hannah let out a small sigh. ‘I really just wanted to stay low-key. Forget it. So be it,’ she wondered.

She calmly sat down and picked up the first paper.

Hannah had a habit. She always read through the questions first.

Once she grasped the general outline, she worked the problems out in her head before she ever put pen to

paper.

Jackson, absorbed in his phone, glanced up to see Hannah staring at the test papers without writing a thing. He silently sneered, irritation simmering beneath it.

‘She probably can’t even understand the questions. And she claimed she’d finish four exams in two sessions? What a joke. She’s totally wasting my time,’ he wondered.

Finally, fifteen minutes passed. Hannah lifted her pen and began to write.

The first exam session eventually ended.

Timing it precisely, Jackson said to her, “Time’s up. Hand in the two subjects you’ve completed.”

Hannah ignored him and kept writing.

“I said stop. Didn’t you hear me? You can’t possibly answer anything meaningful in this little time.” He strode over to stop her.

Hannah didn’t lift her head. Her pen kept moving as she picked up two completed test papers and handed them to him.

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