Chapter 11

The class went by quickly, and Eleanor found the lessons uninteresting. Before the next lesson, based on her classmates' directions, she hurried to the small sales department. Why did she go there? Because Eleanor remembered that the big boss next to her liked to drink peach-flavored soda. At that moment, the door of Class A's classroom burst open. "It's Abigail Hampton. Look, it's my goddess, Abigail." "Where? Where!" "At the front door of the classroom!" "Wow, she's gorgeous! This is the first time I've seen her in person. What is she doing in our class?" At the door of the classroom stood a tall and beautiful woman with fair skin. There was a gold eagle badge on the front of her campus uniform, indicating that she was a student of the elite class. At Harvard, badges were a symbol of identity. For example, ordinary students did not have badges. Everyone had a natural admiration for the students of the elite class, because the students of the elite class rarely appeared, and there were very few of them. It was said that their temperament was also very unique, so the students of the elite classes were almost at the campus's ceiling level. Not to mention that Abigail not only had good grades but also had a good family background. She was simply a real-life goddess. Abigail glanced around the classroom. She had come here today for Eleanor. She didn't know what her father was thinking, but he asked her to take more care of this useless village girl at campus! She didn't want to be with such a person. It was a shame for her! But she didn't dare to disobey her father's order. She was so annoyed. As her cousin, she had to give her a good beating later. But after looking around, she didn't recognize Eleanor. So, Abigail looked at the girl sitting at the door and said proudly, "I'm here to find Eleanor from your class. Please call her for me." The girl was instantly flattered. The goddess actually talked to her! She subconsciously agreed, but when she looked back, she found that Eleanor was not in her seat. "She... doesn't seem to be on her seat..." The girl observed Abigail's face and answered cautiously. "Not here?" Hearing this, Abigail frowned. She had come to find her on purpose, but she was not there! A nameless flame suddenly rose! Just as she was about to ask where Eleanor had gone, a clear female voice came from behind. "Excuse me, please. You're in my way." Abigail was completely enraged. She turned around and shouted at the girl behind her, "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?" Hearing that, Eleanor raised her eyebrows. She naturally knew Abigail, but now she pretended not to. "Who you are has nothing to do with me." Abigail looked at the girl in front of her, who was half a head taller than her. Her bright face was even more dazzling than the stars. A trace of jealousy flashed through her heart. She was about to teach Eleanor a lesson when the girl sitting at the door interrupted. "Abigail... she... is Eleanor."