"Pfft~" Iris Dalton quickly grabbed a book to hide her face.
'It wasn't me! I don't know anything!'
'You've got the wrong person!'
Carter Lyndon was thrilled, slamming the book in her hands down. "It is you! The Great Wylie! I'd recognize you even if you were turned to ash!"
Iris Dalton was speechless. 'Thanks for turning me to ash already.'
'Already dead. Do not disturb!'
"Weren't you in the mountains? How did you end up in Stellan?" Carter Lyndon pelted her with one question after another.
The entire class turned to look at them, their faces alight with curiosity and a thirst for gossip.
The English teacher, a man who had studied abroad, had an aloof air about him. He stood at the lectern, lips pursed, and shot a merciless glare in their direction.
It hid a chilling, murderous intent.
Iris Dalton felt a shiver run down her spine.
