The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Bad Timing

A few students whispered quietly among themselves.

To them, Class Six kids were just the kind you stayed away from.

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The second you were anywhere near one of them, people acted like you had some kind of disease.

Eliza caught the judgmental stares. For a second, she felt like calling them out–seriously? Get over yourselves, you little punks.

But then she shook it off. Not worth the drama. There’s no point wasting energy on this.

Nolan, sitting nearby, frowned. The noise was clearly getting on his nerves.

He lifted his head and gave the room a cold once–over. The second his

Not one of them dared to say another word.

eyes landed on them, everyone went silent.

Everyone knew Nolan had a record–he’d hurt someone and been sent to juvenile detention.

He wasn’t just some street punk. He was the kind of person you stayed far away

“Eliza.” Nolan’s voice was low and rough, like he’d just woken

She caught the exhaustion in his tone. Why’s he asking me?

from.

“Call me when class ends.”

The rest of the class looked even more uneasy, shooting glances their way.

Zayden sat in front and heard Nolan’s words clearly. A moment later, he stood up from his seat.

Whether it was on purpose or not, the noise of the chair dragging back echoed across the room.

He dragged the chair back and sat down in the same row as Eliza.

The air in the room instantly shifted. Something felt off.

The teacher didn’t mess around. They were expected to finish an entire test in two periods, go over the answers, and identify every mistake. Anyone with poor results wasn’t expected to come back next week.

The teacher focused on the students who actually wanted to improve. If you weren’t putting in the effort, the teacher didn’t waste time on you.

Eliza didn’t dare slack off. While others found excuses to slack off, she stayed locked in, flipping through problems and working nonstop.

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Zayden kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

He’d thought she would give up on the math competition after what he said–but inste Outside the classroom, Naomi peeked in through the doorway and called softly, “Zayden.”

Even though she barely whispered, everyone inside heard her.

Naomi’s grades were excellent, and her parents–the Rivers family–had made it very clear to the school that she wasn’t to be –enrolled in any prep classes or special tutoring.

They’d said Naomi was going abroad in the future, so things like piano and painting were way more important than test prep.

So even though there were training programs like this one, her family never let her take part.

No one wanted to risk crossing a family like that.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have piano lessons?” Zayden asked. He was supposed to be studying at the International Music Academy next door until 5 p.m.

But it was only 3:30 now.

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