My Destined Lover

How could it be her? The headmaster was embarrassed. “Well… I’m afraid it’s a little difficult for Laura to get into Class 2 based on her academic performance.”

He tried to discourage old Mr. Taylor, “Mr. Taylor, it’s not that I don’t want to help. I’m afraid she’ll be looked down upon by the other students if she doesn’t do well in Class 2…”

Old Mr. Taylor took another sip of tea and looked calm, “I know my granddaughter well. Her poor grades are just a result of her poor education in the countryside in the past. She’ll be able to catch up with Class 2 after a while.”

“This…” The headmaster wanted to continue to refuse, but he suddenly remembered old Mr. Taylor had been sponsoring their school…

He suddenly changed his words, “Well, all right. Mr. Taylor, for your sake, I’ll transfer Laura to Class 2.”

…

“What? I don’t want to!”

Laura heard these words from Mrs. Wilson as she walked into the office with her finished paper. Seeing the person at the center of the discussion in front of her, Mrs. Wilson paused for a few seconds and continued.

“I don’t want to take her. If Laura does transfer into my class, I’ll resign!”

Laura looked calm, walked over to Mrs. Davis, and handed over the test paper, “Mrs. Davis, there’s a question that I think is wrong.”

Mrs. Davis took it with an embarrassed face and looked at it for a few seconds. But instead of answering Laura’s question, she reassured her. “Laura, Mrs. Wilson graduated from the number one university in the world. She has the ability, so she is a bit arrogant. Don’t keep what she said just now in mind.”

“Well, I know.”

Laura nodded and suddenly asked, “Mrs. Davis, why did you suddenly put me in Class 2?”

Mrs. Davis scratched her head, “Ah… It seems to be your grandfather’s suggestion.”

Laura instantly understood that the old man was doing it for her own good. Although she was a little happy, she refused it.

“Mrs. Davis, it’s not necessary. I’m fine staying in Class 8. Besides,” she glanced at Mrs. Wilson, “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

Mrs. Davis was a little surprised. Although she liked Class 8, she knew that Class 2 would be a better choice.

“Laura, do you want to think twice…” Mrs. Davis sighed after seeing the determined look on her face

“Okay then, I’ll talk to the headmaster about it.”

Laura stayed in Class 8.

…

It was a weekend.

Laura planned to stay at home and relax. But in the afternoon, Marcus sent her a text message.

[Are you free? You’ve been in New York for so long, but you haven’t walked around. How about I take you to Underground Market?]

Laura was a little curious and dialed his number. “Underground Market? What kind of place is that?”

Marcus patiently explained to her, “Underground Market is very comprehensive. You can buy everything there.”

He deliberately accentuated the word “everything”.

Laura became more interested, “When do you want to go? Now?”

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“Well.”