"I''m here for the study materials."


    The message was short and to the point. Standing at the front of the ssroom, the ss representative couldn''t help but gulp as he looked at the figure in a ck suit waiting at the door. "Here... Here you go..." Carefully, he handed over the review materials to the intimidating visitor.


    Without another word, the man in the ck suit turned and walked out of the ssroom. As soon as he was gone, an eerie silence fell over the room.


    "Who was that guy?"


    "How would I know? I told you not to post that stuff in the group chat. Now look what happened!"


    Jenny prepared some review materials, but she had done so with the mischievous intention of pranking Freya. She had gathered outdated textbooks from over a decade ago.


    If anyone studied from those materials, they''d be in trouble.


    "Is Freya even going to show up?"


    "I bet she won''t. How could she face anyone now?"


    "Yeah, after being dumped by Mr. Sutton, I wouldn''t show my face at school, either."


    Jenny stomped her foot in frustration, upset that her n to lure Freya out hadn''t worked.


    Soon enough, Hans brought the review materials back to the Tyler Mansion.


    Freya had been poring over countless books in preparation. Seeing the materials Hans had brought, she couldn''t help butugh. It was another petty trick by her ssmates. Seeing Freya didn''t bother to look at the materials before setting them aside, Hans asked, "Ms. Dawson, don''t you need these?"


    "They''re notpletely useless. I can at least use the back for handwriting practice," Freya said nonchntly as she flipped the papers over and began to write.


    As the evening grew darker, Freya


    had yet to check the messages on her phone. When she finally turned it over, she found Ronan had sent her the documents for the Southern Suburb project.


    "Just show me when you''re done." Preston approached her, and Freya instinctively hid her phone. She wasn''t ready to tell anyone about the Southern Suburb project yet. "I think I did pretty well. Don''t you think so, Mr. Tyler?" Freya handed her work nonchntly.


    Preston nced over it briefly andmented, "It''s an improvement, but not much."


    Freya wasn''t sure if that was apliment.


    "Why does my hand feel so sore today, unlike yesterday?"


    "That''s because you''re not used to working hard. It''s normal for your wrist to ache from handwriting f you''ve never done it before," Breston said, his tone indifferent.


    Freya rolled her eyes inwardly. Hisment was as helpful as saying nothing.


    "Still, to reach this level in just two days is impressive. The exam shouldn''t be too difficult for you. You don''t need toe here so often anymore." Preston casually ced the paper on the table.


    Freya was secretly thrilled. She hadThis belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    much to handle with the Southern Suburb project and needed to stay in touch with Ronan. Preston''s constant supervision made that difficult.


    "You seem quite pleased."