Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 180

Inside a lavishly decorated villa, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair asked again in disbelief, “Are you sure it was Marguerite? You couldn’t have been mistaken?”

Judy, sitting on the sofa, shook her head. “Impossible. I’d recognize Marguerite even if she were reduced to ashes.”

A chill ran down Fitch’s spine. “But how can that be? She’s been dead for eleven years. Even if she was rescued back then, she shouldn’t be transferring to your high school now. She’s twenty-nine years old!”

Judy’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know. Why don’t you call our school’s principal and ask?”

She was supposed to be the queen of Pinecrest High. Now that Marguerite was back, everyone was calling her the queen. Even Joseph, the guy she liked, was interested in her. But Marguerite was a twenty-nine-year-old hag. What right did she have to be in high school?

Fitch had been sentenced to two years in prison for embezzlement and accounting fraud. While he was incarcerated, his wife had divorced him. After his release, he had used his good looks and charm to marry into a wealthy family, bringing his daughter with him. In a way, he had reached a new peak in life. The school principal would give him some face.

He took out his phone and called the principal of Pinecrest High. After the call, Fitch was furious. “Theobald donated an entire building to the school! Damn it! That company is mine! And now he’s throwing money around like that!”

Judy rolled her eyes. “Dad, is that really the point right now?”

Fitch’s smile twitched. “Oh, right. Marguerite was rescued back then, but she was in a coma, lying in a hospital all this time. She just woke up recently and wants to go to college, so she has to repeat her senior year.”

Judy processed this information. “A coma? So she was lying in a bed for eleven years?”

Fitch nodded. “Yes, and after eleven years in bed, she’s become a complete idiot. Don’t worry. The principal was sighing just talking about her, saying her exam scores will definitely drag down the school’s average. So, if she’s at the bottom of the class after this month’s exams, they’re going to make her drop out.”

Aaron blinked his eyes from under his long bangs and said with utmost sincerity, “Theobald, your skin looks a little rough. We need to take care of ourselves, to pay attention to our appearance. Otherwise, we won’t look like Marguerite’s real brothers when we stand next to her.”

Theobald touched his own face with his hand, the one with the rosary beads, and frowned. “I’ll have Anna buy us two sets tomorrow.”

Aaron grinned. “Okay, Theobald!” Yes! He had successfully mooched some skincare products off Theobald.

Speaking of appearances, Theobald looked at Aaron’s long bangs, biting back the urge to say something. If Marguerite hadn't told him to leave it alone, that Aaron had his own sense of style, he would have snuck into Aaron’s room at night and cut them himself, even if it meant losing sleep.

Aaron went back to his room and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Of course, he knew his long bangs were ugly.