Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Lenore was sketching a swallowtail butterfly when she glanced up at Lance, her face serene. “Yes, I intervened when a teacher was assaulting kids and the school did nothing,” she said almly.
Lance was astonished to learn what little Lenore had done at just four years old.
“Aunt Lenore, you…” he started, but was interrupted.
“Hey, that’s my aunt you’re talking about!” Kyle said, giving Lance a light tap on the head to make his point.
Lance winced and rubbed his head. “Seriously? I can’t even say her name or call her aunt. What’s your deal?”
Kyle wasn’t in the mood to argue. He grabbed Lance’s arm and said, “Let’s just get back to class, pulling him along. Kyle didn’t know much about Lenore’s childhood, except for a few stories from his grandpa. One that really stuck with him was about her kindergarten days.
There was this creepy teacher who had tried to hurt the kids more than once. Someone reported him to the principal, but nothing happened.
Then one day, the teacher went after Lenore, and it backfired big time. He ended up becoming permanently impotent, and the kindergarten was shut down.
Lenore wasn’t the type to cause trouble or drag others into her problems. She waited until the place was empty before she took action.
In Kyle’s eyes, Lenore was truly one of a kind. Her intelligence and quick thinking were exceptional–far beyond what anyone would consider genius–level.
At 9 PM, as Tara returned to the dorm with a bottle of water, she was startled by voices drifting in from the balcony.
Curious, she peeked outside and spotted Lenore on the phone- rare sight since Lenore had never stayed in the dorms before tonight.
Lenore glanced around, then lowered her voice, calm and composed. “If he really wants to interfere, Team Three will just walk away from the Stormwings Operatives”
On the other end of the call, Siren’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She laughed, her voice full of charm. “With you saying that, 1 actually hope he gets involved!”
They were talking about Raptor, leader of Stormwings Operatives. Despite Team Three belonging to the Stormwings Operatives, the six core members obeyed only their leader, Xtreme, who disregarded Raptor’s rules and followed his oWIL
They had been eagerly waiting for Xtreme to lead them out of Stormwings Operatives, and just thinking about that day filled them with excitement.
Lenore’s fingers twisted the white phone cord as she spoke with blend of confidence and a hint of recklessness. “He wouldn’t dare,” she said, her eyes cold but resolute.
Raptor and Xtreme had their disagreements, but Raptor wasn’t looking to provoke further trouble. The last thing he wanted was Xtreme losing control and taking Team Three with him.
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With a mischievous grin. Siren remarked, “I can’t wait for the day they discover Xtreme is you.”
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Xtreme, the hacker who sent chills down spines, was actually just a 17–year–old high school girl. The thought of the entire hacking community being stunned by this revelation was too tempting for Siren to resist.
As everyone else returned, Lenore clicked her tongue softly as she ended the phone call.
“Lenore, Tara greeted with a smile as Lenore entered from the balcony, “Since we’re dorm mates, let’s get to know each other. It’s not every day we have you staying with us.”
Lenore, exuding a cool and rebellious vibe, wasn’t really into socializing, but she nodded politely and said, “Lenore Smedley, keeping it brief.
Lately, Lenore had become the talk of the school. She had even taken the title of school belle from Esther, who had held it for three years. Now, everyone knew her name.
A girl with glasses and thick bangs was the first to introduce herself. ‘I’m Evelyn Hunter.”
Tm Sylvia Baker, from Class 8, chimed in another girl with twin pigtails, her dimples flashing as she smiled.
The quiet girl, a hint of envy in her gaze, watched Lenore.
Tara noticed but brushed it off, focusing on her conversation with Lenore. “That’s Gina Lynn, Tara mentioned, gesturing discreetly. “She’s from Class 1.”
The dorm used to be class–segregated, but with some residents coming and going, they’d decided against it
“The elite from Class 1, they’re always so high and mighty,” Tara whispered, just loud enough for Lenore to catch. “Even though we share digs, Gina treats us like we’re beneath her. She’s the type who…”
Tara hesitated, biting back further comments. Gossip wasn’t her thing. “Just steer clear of her, she advised instead.
Lenore responded with a simple “Oh,” her expression inscrutable–Tara couldn’t tell if she was taking it to heart or just being polite.
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