Sandersonâs face went momentarily blank when he heard the news.
It was like when Cordelia aced her exams, topping her year. He was stunned at first, but after getting to know her life in the orphanage, he realized her brilliance was no fluke.
After finishing junior high, Cordelia had taken to studying on her own.
But Math competition required more than just talent. They also demanded hard work. No matter how clever Cordelia was, having just returned half a month ago, how could she score well in such a challenging competition?
He patted Lornaâs shoulder, sighing with a tinge of selfâreproach. If he hadnât lost Cordelia all those years ago. she would undoubtedly be the brightest star among her peers.
While they were talking, Steward suddenly strode over with his hands clasped behind his back and addressed Sanderson, âCome here, son.â
Sanderson hastily followed. âWhatâs up, Dad?â
Steward gazed at Sanderson. âHave you got any news on that Calvert fellow?â
Sanderson shook his head.
Steward frowned. âTry harder to find him.â
âWill do.â
As usual, Cordelia got off at Midnight Scent, had breakfast, and held hands with Everard for some time.
Lately, their hand-holding sessions were getting longer by the day. It lasted two minutes that day, and she still felt a faint ache in her chest.
As Cordelia tuned into her bodyâs signals, Everard leaned back on the table, propping his forehead with his free hand. âGirl, donât you think this wastes ?â His voice was low seductively charming.
Cordelia paused. âSo what can I do?â she asked.
Everardâs lips curled into a teasing smile, and at that moment, it seemed as if all the light in the room gathered on his face. His features, sharp and firm, took on an enticing glow. âI have a method thatâs quick and easy. Want to hear it?â
Cordelia suddenly realized what he was hinting at. She quickly averted her gaze, answering indifferently, âNo, thanks.â
Her cold demeanor didnât provoke him. Instead, he chuckled softly, his laughter wrapping around Cordeliaâs heart, which made her throat parched.
He prodded âWhy not?â
Cordelia hesitated before replying, âI know what youâre suggesting.â
Everard arched an eyebrow, âSo, youâre not willing to try it with me?â
Cordelia frowned as if making up her mind. âFine.â
Everard was stunned. Did this girl agree to a kiss and embrace?
The thought barely crossed his mind when she extended her other hand. âLetâs try holding both hands at once. Maybe itâll cut the time in half.â
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It took five seconds before Everard burst out laughing again. How could this girl be so adorable?
Before he could respond, Cordelia was already on her feet. âThatâs enough for today. Letâs try it tomorrowâ She slung her backpack over her shoulders, her oversized school blazer swishing as she left.
Once she was gone, the smile on Everardâs face slowly vanished, returning to his usual cold and taciturn demeanor.
When Cordelia entered the school gates, she saw a sea of red. Flame squad numbers one to seven plus Merry was squatting at the entrance, their red quite a spectacle. Yates leaned against a nearby tree, engrossed in his phone.
Passing students steered clear of them, visibly intimidated.
Latham pedaled by on his âup bike and halted to shout when he saw them. âSchool rules say no dyed hair, Yates. Take them and get it fixed!â
Yates ignored him.
Flame number one retorted, âLatham, weâre not in your . Mind your own businessâ
Latham tried to reason with them. âYouâre students. I have a right to say.
He was about to launch into a lecture when Flame number one spotted Cordelia, his eyes lighting up. âLia!â
Immediately, the eight of them and Yates hurried over to Cordeliaâs side.
Cordelia looked at them, puzzled. âWhat are you doing here?â
Merry quickly linked arms with her. âTodayâs the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition results day. Weâre here to back. you up!â
Yates had said that lest the results stirred up any trouble, theyâd escort her to school so no one could get under her skin with their taunts.
Hearing that, Latham dismounted his bike and joined them, pushing it along Cordelia. He spoke, âCordelia, relax. Results donât define you, and the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition is just a warmâup. The real deal is the National Math League coming up in September.â
Cordelia murmured, âOKâ
Why did everyone think she was anxious? She wasnât nervous at all. She thought done pretty well.
But results were imminent, so she didnât say much more.
The group made their way to the classroom, causing a clear path as everyone gave them a wide berth, which scuttled any plans of onlookers to interfere.
Cordelia was thus escorted safely to class and settled in for the following two periods.
The Galaxy Math Whiz Competition results were announced during the long at ten.
Cordelia had just finished her exercises on the field and was strolling back to the classroom when the clock
struck ten.
Latham was already there, a crowd huddled around Hanley, fixated on the scoring app on his phone. âQuick, check the score! Did you enter the registration number correctly?â
Hanley nodded and hit the search button, revealing the score of 212
âWow!
âThatâs skyâhigh! A topâtier award!â
âYeah, last yearâs lowest top prize score was 180. Our provinceâs top score was only 224. And apparently, this
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yearâs test was tougher. Hanleyâs definitely in the top ten! Amazing!â
Basking in reflected glory beside Hanley, Juliana glanced at Cordelia with a smile that masked her true feelings. Feigning concern, she asked, âCordelia, how did you ?
Cordelia couldnât be bothered with the buzz around her walked with her head down to her seat. She plopped down and was about to pull out her phone to check her scores when an unfamiliar landline number flashed on the screen.
With a slight frown, she answered, âHello?â
The voice on the other end was hasty. âIs this Cordelia Delaney? Iâm calling from the admissions office at Greenmeadow University.
come across your score from the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition. Normally, itâs an unofficial contest, we wouldnât consider it for direct admission, but our Mathematics Department is quite impressed is interested in offering you special scholarship. Would that interest you?â
Cordelia paused for two seconds before replying, âNo, thanks. Iâm not interestedâ
Greenmeadow University was indeed prestigious, a beacon of academic excellence, but Cordelia always set her on the Superiority College. Her resolve had never wavered.
The caller tried to persuade her, but Cordelia was firm in her decision.
After she hung up, she finally opened the scoreâchecking website on her phone.
Merry was practically vibrating with impatience beside her. She craned her , trying to glimpse at Cordeliaâs phone as slender fingers danced over the screen. When Cordelia entered her registration number and hit the enter button, Merryâs eyes bulged in disbelief. âHoly s