His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 294: Who is she...?

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: Who is she...?

Chapter 294

She raised her eyebrows, not too straightforward.

Rosalind Taylor immediately caught on, murmuring that it must be that illegitimate daughter.

Everyone was quite amazed. An illegitimate daughter could actually score so well.

Rosalind felt a sour taste in her heart. Her daughter was actually being surpassed by an illegitimate daughter. It was a bit frustrating.

As for the remaining first place, they no longer had any expectations, and they all had the answer in their hearts: it must be Cherry Foster.

Some people started chatting.

Meanwhile, in Year 3 Class 8, screams of excitement had erupted.

Even a few boys from the next class over had come to their front door, staring at Wanda Wesley and making "wow wow wow" noises.

Facing the applause and congratulations of the whole class, Wanda appeared shy, keeping her head down and not daring to look at everyone.

Everyone was quite surprised. Initially, they thought that Layla Lowell’s ninth place was already amazing, but they didn’t expect their class to have someone even more impressive.

It was actually third place!

"I wonder if the first place is also in our class."

"No way, we already have two people in our class, we’re incredibly lucky. The first place must be from the Competitive Class!"

"But the Competitive Class’s Raine Nolan has already been announced, and he only got fourth place. So, who else is there?"

"It must be someone else. Anyway, it’s impossible for it to be our class. Raine Nolan came in fourth, so how could our class get first?"

"Well, we can’t be sure. Besides, our Anders has been studying very hard, hasn’t he?"

Anders Spence, who had been silently listening to these words, subconsciously looked towards the seat beside him.

The godlike figure in the seat next to him had gone to the bathroom five minutes ago and hadn’t come back yet.

The applause died down, and the announcement continued.

"I know you all can’t wait! Well then, let’s announce the first place winner of this national competition! She is... who could it be?"

Complaints spread throughout the school.

The male teacher chuckled and quickly shouted out the name: "Let’s all give the hottest applause to congratulate Year 3, Class 8; yes, that’s right, still Year 3 Class 8! Congratulations to Chloe Collins!"

"Heh!"

The whole school unanimously fell silent for three seconds.

As if frozen!

Gradually, applause started to trickle in from a certain class, and soon after, the other classes also reacted.

The announcement continued: "It’s worth mentioning that Chloe Collins won first place with a perfect score, a full 25 points ahead of second place! This is the strongest record since the school was established. Everyone should take Chloe as a role model and study hard!"

"We’ll post the list of winners for first to third place on the school bulletin board. If you’re interested, you can go take a look. That’s it for this announcement, and now everyone can resume class."

The broadcast crackled and went silent. Two seconds later, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Everyone excitedly began discussing the news.

Especially the fact that there were only three spots in the finals, and the Ordinary Classes had taken two of them, quickly becoming the second focus of discussion.

The first focus, naturally, was Chloe Collins’s legendary perfect score.

In normal exams, they might suspect cheating, but this was the Chemistry competition—there was absolutely no possibility of cheating!

In the key class, everyone had forgotten to congratulate Raine Nolan, as they were too busy discussing Chloe Collins and Wanda Wesley’s results.

Raine Nolan sat in his seat, holding his phone with his head down, with no mood to talk to Rosalind Taylor.

He could faintly hear the exclamations coming from the other side of the room. Just moments ago, people were praising him, but now their mouths were full of Chloe Collins’s praises.

To his surprise, he even heard Tristan Collins’s somewhat delighted voice.