The rumbling sound and the trembling of the earth persisted for minutes. The man who was playing with his phone while lounging on the cleopatra chaise in his room looked up and sighed. He craned his neck to look at the gloomy weather outside the window and dragged himself up.
Cloudy weather usually made him lazier than his usual lazy self. But he knew very well that the brooding weather outside was just an illusion. His green eyes could clearly see and he could clearly feel the suffocating energy assimilated in the air.
He smiled blandly and turned towards the doorway where another man quietly stood.
“What’s André doing?”
The tall man addressed straightened up before reporting.
“Young Master, the Master is sitting
“Excuse me? What past?” Cedric sounded confused. “Retrieve your body?”Andre de Lancy did not move, nor did he say anything else to deny or acknowledge the questions. Cedric sighed, resigning to the fate of dying of curiosity for a long while. This cousin of his, even if he was amiable towards him, if it’s something that he did not want to talk about, he would never open his mouth to say anything.“What happened while I was sleeping?” André asked as expected, changing the topic.Cedric studied him for a while before pouting.“The little bitch touched your wife,” Cedric said and André raised his brow at him.Whenever Cedric spoke crass language in his Br
Hearing this, Cedric could not say anything else. After all, everything was according to what André wanted. If he was satisfied with something, even if Cedric thought that it was a pity or tragic, he would follow his wishes. “What are your plans now?” André shrugged. “Nothing— nothing new at least until I get rid of this miasma,” he answered, but Cedric was confused. “Why wait? It’s not like she would know the dark energy is coming from you,” Cedric said. Months ago when he and André visited Evely at Hampton Hills, Cedric tried releasing his divine energy to see if she would react. If she did, it meant that her celestial blood was awake, and she could feel the energy in the air.
Today was the first day of school. Evie woke up very early in the morning, not because she was excited to go to class, but because since returning to Hampton Hills, she started doing meditations to increase her very low amount of celestial power. She had wanted to do this earlier, but she stopped herself because of her medically recorded head injury that was supposed to be severe. If she did exercises at the hospital where she knew the nurses and doctors monitored her, she would be found suspicious.Or a medical anomaly.Either way, it would spell trouble to her. She did not want to be entangled with unnecessary things. While she was still weak, she’d hoped to be an inconspicuous student. Although being unremarkable was already a bit impossible considering Evely’s past record and wild style— plus the fact that she was the daughter of Francis H
“Uncle, stop the car,” Evie told the chauffeur when they were still a street away from the school. “Darling, why did you ask John to stop?” Liz asked, and Evie smiled at her. “Mom, I never took the car to school before. I want to walk from here,” she said. Liz sighed, but she looked like she understood Evie’s wish. But she pouted and looked at her coquettishly. “But you have to let mom pick you up later okay? Eli will be back with his grandparents later so we will pick you up together.” Eli was Elijah, Liz and Francis’ five year old son, Evely’s little brother. An image of a pudgy five year old flashed in Evie’s mind, and her facial features and eyes softened. “Alright,” she
Wait… Evie had reached the third floor of the main building where her class was and her thoughts stopped upon seeing her classmates. Or some of them. Boys in tracksuits leaned against some desks as they huddled together for a chat. There were six groups in total and most of them were boys. There were a few girls, but it was easy to see that they were not the delicate types. In fact, Evie looked like a rare flower in the room with her long hair. The girls in the room mostly had short hair tied up harshly in a bun or pony on top of their heads. They all looked like physically fit kids. As soon as Evie opened the door, the chitchat in the room stopped as they all turned to Evie with questioning looks. Ah…
Evie smiled sheepishly as everyone’s attention was on her. Well, what else could she say in this situation? None. She just decided to stay quiet and go with the flow. At least with a reason out in the open, she didn’t have to explain anything to anyone or be mindful of her actions.“Are we clear?” the teacher asked and everybody good-naturedly agreed.The teacher then switched the discussion to the upcoming grade-wide review. After giving them some pointers and the schedule for the review, homeroom ended. Before leaving the room, Kelly Frasier asked Evie to follow her to her office.Evie had no idea why she was asked to go, but she did as she was told. As she stepped out of the classroom, the other students who had finished homeroom and were scattered in the corridors looked at her curiously.
“I’m not upset. I’m okay with my dad’s and the school’s arrangement.” Kelly Frasier studied Evie for a while before nodding in approval. “Good. You should keep your pass. Just show it to the guard when you’re not feeling well, and ask them to call anyone you need. You already have my number, so don’t hesitate to call or send a message when you need something.” The last thing the school wanted was for another accident to happen. This, of course, was not only for the school’s prestige, but because it genuinely cared for its students. The pass was for Evely to be able to go out of the gate when she needed to go somewhere. But obviously, even if Kelly did not mention it, Evie should have a very good reason for leaving. If not, even with a pass, the guards wouldn’t let her out.
“Ah?” If jaws could literally drop, hers would have long been on the floor. It was obvious that Eileen was not expecting this very nonchalant treatment on their first meeting after ten years. Her fake gray eyes widened and her beautiful face crumpled, looking aggrieved. She placed a hand over her chest dramatically, but Evie was not moved at all. She continued to look at the pretentious girl coolly, not buying her dramatics. But the teachers who were looking at them thought to intervene, sensing that something was up. “Ah, student, this is Eileen Hunt, a newly transferred student from Paris,” a friendly, middle aged male teacher introduced. Evie recognized the teacher as Mr. Neil Thompson, the chemistry teacher of the third year students. He was also the homeroom tea