Chapter 230

Chapter 230 The Astonishing Scores

“Why haven’t they announced the results yet?” a student impatiently Inquired.

“Could it be that the scores were too low and difficult to grade?” another speculated.

“How ridiculous was it for her to ask you to kneel and apologize earlier?” someone teased.

“Country folks love to boast, and now she’s even brought her smelly grandmother along,” remarked

another.

When Margaret heard the last comment, her eyes dimmed slightly. Wynter, on the other hand, glanced

at the taunting group with a chilling smile playing on her l*ps.

Just then, someone shouted, “Ms. Kowalski is here!”

Ivana was the teacher responsible for grading the papers. To quiet the crowd, she promptly posted the

results along with the test papers on the bulletin board. In an instant, even the air seemed to still.

As the students gazed at the scores, their eyes widened in disbelief. Every subject had a perfect score,

just as it did last time, except for one language subject.

“Is this even possible?” someone exclaimed.

Quinton was also present, and upon witnessing the results himself, he was rendered speechless.

He turned to glance at Wynter, who stood beside Margaret. In an instant, embarrassment flushed

across his face. However, Wynter didn’t even spare him a glance.

Margaret, being too short to see the bulletin board, couldn’t make out what was posted. Yet, when she

overheard someone mentioning a perfect score, she turned to Wynter in astonishment. “My dear, am I

hearing correctly?” she asked.

“You should be. I didn’t slack off this time,” Wynter replied with a faint smile. “You wanted me to perform

normally, didn’t you?”

After those words were uttered, a tense silence filled the air, leaving everyone wondering what she

meant. Could they interpret it as her insinuating that her previous low scores were due to laziness?

The students were stunned into silence by the revelation.

Meanwhile, Wynter lifted the score sheet and placed it in Margaret’s hands. “Grandma, I told you I

could do it,” she said confidently.

Chapter 230 The Astonishing Scores

Tears shimmered in Margaret’s eyes as she gazed at the impressive scores, feeling as though she

were dreaming.

Margaret’s words came out in a jumble as she tenderly caressed Wynter’s hair. “M–my dear, let’s go

home. I’ll make you something delicious!”

At that moment, no one dared to complain about the medicinal scent emanating from them.

Wynter scanned the crowd and said indifferently, “Whoever who just accused me of boasting, come

forward. It’s time for an apology.”

Angela and her clique, who were attempting to flee, paused in their tracks. The other students made

room for them to come forward, leaving them with no choice but to stay.

Angela and her clique were notorious for bullying others. They often mocked girls for being overweight

or poor.

However, no one dared to challenge Angela’s authority as she flaunted her status from the esteemed

Shepherd family. People like Wynter, who stood up to her without hesitation,

were rare.

The classmates were concerned about Wynter’s situation. They exchanged glances and hesitated on

whether or not to lend a hand.

“Wynter, you’ve gone too far!” one of Angela’s friends objected, jabbing her finger in Wynter’s direction.

With a swift twist of her wrist, Wynter elicited a yelp of pain from Angela’s friend.

Despite supporting Margaret with her left hand, Wynter flawlessly executed a kick that was both

graceful and impactful, her long hair streaming behind her in the wind as the kick connected.

“You talk too much,” she said nonchalantly.

The girl whose hand was twisted winced in pain.

Angela screamed, “Do you even know who I am, Wynter!”

“I’m not interested to know,” Wynter replied casually.

Angela glared at her fiercely. “You’ve crossed the line, Wynter! The Shepherd family will make you

regret this!”

“Oh,” Wynter responded disinterestedly. “So you

trying to weasel out of apologizing.

You’ve got quite thick skin.” Wynter’s words had a knack for getting under people’s skin.

Chapter 230 The Astonist

Angela’s chest heaved with frustration. To make it worse, she had to endure the stares of their

surrounding classmates.

At that moment, she wished she could vanish into thin air. She was so overwhelmed by embarrassment

that she covered her face as she fled,