His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 154: Thief?

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Thief?

Chapter 154

Anders Spence furrowed his brows even more.

He couldn’t understand, how could someone so perfunctory in studying get full marks in several subjects?

However, she scored zero on her English exam, and he guessed it must be because she didn’t know how to do it.

He deliberately glanced at Chloe Collins’ English paper and found she hadn’t written a single answer.

His mood lightened considerably.

Chloe and Jameson walked leisurely downstairs, planning to buy something and take a casual stroll.

As they approached the second floor, they heard strange noises. Turning a corner, they saw Wanda Wesley outside the Classroom.

She was pushed around by a few people, and her water bottle was crushed under someone’s foot.

Amused, the group consisted of both boys and girls, and they all looked down at Wanda, who was significantly shorter than them.

One of the boys picked up the squashed water bottle and mockingly asked, "Doesn’t your class have a water dispenser? Why do you come to the second floor to get water? Don’t you know that this water dispenser is exclusively for us Olympiad Class students?"

Hearing this, Chloe looked at the nameplate on the classroom door. It said "International Olympiad in Informatics."

This floor housed most of the Olympiad classes, where select members from each class were concentrated for training.

These few people belonged to the Informatics Olympiad Class, including Mia Nolan.

After the boy spoke, Mia chuckled and said, "I thought we wouldn’t have to see your bad luck face again after being divided into different classes, but here you are. From the key class to the Ordinary Class, you’ve really done well in embarrassing our previous third class."

The boy laughed, "Mia, that’s not fair. She’s just returning to where she belongs. With her abilities, she’s only fit to struggle with the rest of the Ordinary Class, hoping to regain some self-confidence."

No matter what they said, Wanda kept her head down and remained silent.

That is until a girl came out of the computer room, angrily pointing at Wanda and accusing her, "Was it you who took my lipstick?!"

"What? Claire, your lipstick is gone?"

"Yes, it’s gone! I haven’t even used it yet! Before our teacher called us over, I put it on my desk. When I came back, it was gone! It’s Limited Edition lipstick!"

At these words, the others frowned and glared at Wanda in disgust, "We didn’t lock the door when we left. You were the only one here. If you didn’t take it, who did? A ghost?"

"Exactly, I saw you secretly applying lipstick in class before. You obviously like makeup, but let me tell you, with your appearance, you should focus on losing weight first."

"Haha, Mia, do you think losing weight can save her? Height is her real problem. Even if she loses weight and becomes skin and bones, she’ll still be an ugly bitch. And a thief!"

"Seems like the rumors are true. Your parents are thieves, and you’re a little thief too!"

Wanda, who had been keeping her head down, finally looked up, "I didn’t steal anything from you. Please don’t slander me and my parents!"

Indeed, she wasn’t tall, barely over five feet, with a somewhat plump figure and a rather large face, but her skin was nice.

If she were lively, she would be a lovely girl.

However, her downcast eyes made her seem rather dull and lifeless. Even when speaking, her voice was weak.

With Wanda looking like that, the students who were just over five-feet-tall easily pushed her towards the railing. A few six-foot-tall boys stood to the side, watching coldly and occasionally laughing mockingly.

"Hey, hurry up and give me back my Lipstick! It’s Limited Edition!" Claire became agitated and lunged towards Wanda, intending to search her.