Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

On Vivian's first day at Regalius Academy, Karl drove her there.

Worried that she would be afraid, he tried to console her after dropping her off at the school. “Vivian, there's no

need to be scared. The king called your father and asked for you to study here. Therefore, everyone in this school

knows who you are. No one would dare to bully you.”

However, Vivian was not scared at all.

She was here to carry out a mission under Sebastian's request. Thus, she was determined not to give up no matter

how daunting it was and to persist even if bad guys stood in her way.

Before heading to her classroom, she went to the teachers' room to register her name.

“Did you see her? She's the one that suddenly transferred to our school.”

“My, she's an Astorian. I wonder who she is. How is she able to attend our school? Doesn't she know that only the

children of royalties and aristocrats can be enrolled here?”

“Who knows?”

Once Vivian entered the classroom, all the students expressed their displeasure and objection to her arrival.

However, she did not bother to entertain them.

Do you think I want to be here? I wouldn't have come to this godd*mn place if not for Daddy's mission.

Ignoring her classmates, Vivian pondered over how she should look for Jason in his class during the break. Her

mission was to get close to him and then probe for information from him.

When the lesson began, she gave her undivided attention to the teacher.

Right after the first period ended, a blond girl barged into the classroom all of a sudden.

She stormed toward Vivian and asked haughtily, “Are you Vivian, the new transfer student?”

Although the latter was weirded out by her attitude, she still responded, “Yes, who are you?”

“I'm Helenora Goldin, Helena's younger sister. You can't tell who I am?” the girl shouted shrilly and flipped Vivian's

desk.

Bam!

The sound resounded through the class as Vivian's things, including her desk, fell onto the floor.

At that, Vivian paled a little. Staring at Helenora, who was acting like a madwoman, she got up from her chair and

took a step backward.

“What do you want? I'm warning you—you better not do anything stupid. Do you remember what happened to your

sister? My daddy will never forgive you if you do anything to me!” she cautioned sternly.

No one had ever treated her in such a way. Although she was afraid, she refused to back down.

Instead of being intimidated, she gathered her courage and warned Helenora.

As expected, her stern voice frightened the latter off. Even though she was still glaring at Vivian venomously, she

dared not move a single muscle.

The onlookers, too, felt embarrassed upon witnessing the confrontation between Vivian and Helenora.

They reckoned that Vivian must be someone of great importance if she could get the king to arrange for her to

study there. Furthermore, as part of the upper-class society, they all knew about the incident regarding the Goldin

family.

Thus, no one in school, including Helenora, dared to be hostile toward Vivian openly after she uttered that threat.

Since they could not do anything to her in the open, they resorted to pranking her in secret, for example, breaking

the faucet in the restroom.

“Ah!” Vivian shouted in shock.

It was after the third period that she went to use the restroom. As soon as she turned on the broken faucet, water

sprayed all over her.

As it was the middle of winter, the water was frigid. Befuddled by the coldness, Vivian could only stand still and let

the liquid drip down her.

“Hahaha... Serves you right!” a girl mocked.

“Yeah! You should know your place in this school. Well, this is just the beginning. There's more to come!” another

girl taunted.

Seeing that Vivian had fallen victim to the prank, the girls outside the restroom burst into peals of laughter.

They all gloated over her disheveled appearance.

Vivian was shaking with fury, but she could only bite her lip hard and repress her rage.

After all, she did not have any friends in that school. No one would come to her aid even when something happened

to her. Besides, it was not like she could ask Karl for help.

Holding back her tears, she grabbed a few tissues and wiped her face and hair. Then, she exited the restroom,

thinking of finding some dry towels in the store on campus.

To her surprise, a familiar person showed up before her. “Oh, so you're here. How are you feeling? It seems that

you have experienced how hostile this school is.”

At his appearance, Vivian quickly concealed her wretched expression.

“Dwayne, why are you here?” she asked.

“Me? I came here to see you since we were schoolmates in the past. I didn't expect them to bully you so soon. It's

much sooner than I've expected,” Dwayne answered, holding a big, fluffy towel.

Although it seemed like he had prepared it for her, his tone was imbued with ridicule and mockery.

When Vivian took in his words, her already soured mood turned worst.

She could not fathom why the friendly and approachable Dwayne suddenly became a completely different person.

His voice dripped with sarcasm, and he kept barraging her with mocks the moment he saw her.

Vivian's expression hardened as she replied, “Yes, I may seem like a laughingstock to you, but it doesn't matter. It's

going to take more than this to intimidate me. You can wait and see.”

With that, she straightened her back and walked away, leaving the livid Dwayne behind.

His rage only intensified when he saw her walking toward the classrooms for the senior students.