So there Freya was, confined to therge lecture hall, navigating through her exams with just her left hand.


    Thanks to the ointment Neil had given her the day before, Freya woke up feeling her hand had significantly improved. It was no longer stiff but rather more flexible.


    All through the exam, Freya was heads down, deep in her work, while around her, everyone else seemed to be in a state of panic.


    Word around was that the test had been revised, and everyone had assumed it would be made easier, but it turned out to be theplete opposite.


    Many students were at a loss, staring nkly at their papers, while only a handful seemed to navigate through the questions with some degree of ease. Even Eloise, sitting all the way at the back, looked super stressed.


    The questions were obscure, hardly resembling anything from the textbooks but rather focusing on practical insights, including several examples from the current year that demanded personal analysis, significantly ramping up the difficulty. The uniqueness of the questions, far from any known patterns, tested the students'' creativity and quick thinking.


    It took Eloise a while to get started, and even then, her progress was hesitant.


    "Look at Freya, how is she writing so fast?" whispered a member of the student council incredulously, observing Freya from the front row.


    Thisment disrupted Eloise''s concentration, and as her gaze shifted towards Freya, she indeed saw her writing furiously.


    A single thought dominated Eloise''s mind: Impossible.


    The questions were too novel, with no simr cases in the textbooks. This exam was a shot in the dark.


    Yet, Freya seemed to write with divine guidance.


    Could it be that Freya had ess to the answers through some special means? There had to be a catch.


    As time ticked by and the moment to hand in the papers approached, Eloise''s paper was stillrgely iplete, including thest two major questions.


    Looking up at Freya, Eloise noticed


    she had already stopped writing, not because she was stuck, but


    seemingly because she had finished early and was revising her answers.


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    When the invigtor finally called time, everyone reluctantly submitted their papers.


    Freya, limping slightly, handed hers over with difficulty.


    The invigtor, initially giving it a cursory nce, found herself engrossed in Freya''s densely written answers, momentarily losing herself in the reading.


    Snapping back to reality, she


    remembered to call Freya back, astonished by the brilliance


    disyed on the paper. In her career, she couldn''t recall encountering such a gifted student.


    Meanwhile, at The Sutton Group headquarters.


    Kieran, ncing at the clock, noted the exam should be ending about now.


    Jarrett was going over the year''s project ns when Kieran suddenly interrupted, "Call the principal."


    "Mr. Sutton, are you inquiring about Ms. Harwood''s performance?" Jarrett asked.


    "I want to know about Freya''s," he rified.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    Jarrett paused, surprised.


    Mr. Sutton was aware of Ms.


    Dawson''s cheating allegations. This time, with the test papers altered by Mr. Sutton''s instructions, Ms.


    Dawson wouldn''t have had the ne


    chance to cheat, leading to


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    expected drop in her performance.