Everyone had different strengths in subjects, and learning methods were like treasured secrets. If they could exchange ideas, wouldn’t the overall performance of County East High School improve?
Whitaker Scarlett didn’t realize the impact of her actions until she stepped out of the office and encountered Carson, who was waiting there.
“Scarlett, I want to discuss something with you.”
Whitaker Scarlett’s family had moved to Harborfield , and Carson had little interest in returning to Wellwater Village. The only chance to meet Whitaker Scarlett was when she came to school, which helped Carson keep his youthful infatuation in check and focus on his studies for the time being.
However, being close to Whitaker Scarlett still made Carson blush secretly.
He tried to keep his voice steady: “…Can I share the study methods you gave me with my classmates?”
Whitaker Scarlett’s methods were incredibly effective.
In a short time, Carson’s English vocabulary had skyrocketed.
His English scores had improved in several quizzes, just as Whitaker Scarlett had said; with enough vocabulary accumulated, he could understand the questions on the test papers, and he no longer had to rely solely on guessing for multiple-choice questions.
Carson could now score around 40 points on his own, still short of the passing mark of 60, but the proportion of students passing English nationwide was already low.
Whitaker Scarlett’s expression softened; even when she was angry, her face held a hint of playfulness, and now that she was gentle, it made Carson too shy to look her in the eye.
“Of course, you can. I tell you, you can also tell others; everyone’s scores can improve quite well.”
She hadn’t misjudged; Carson was indeed a good person. The study methods she shared with him were to repay the Harris family’s kindness, and how Carson chose to use them was no longer her concern.
Whitaker Scarlett wasn’t a saint, but she wasn’t a bad person either.
Even if she were a bad person, she would still prefer to have more kind people around her for a sense of security!
The familiarity of the students in Class 3 and Carson’s actions made Whitaker Scarlett feel enveloped by the world’s goodness and beauty, putting her in a relaxed mood. If Maria hadn’t been waiting at the school gate when she left, her pleasant mood would have lasted even longer.
Maria was holding a few steamed buns, “Scarlett, have you eaten? Come try these buns.”
Anyone who didn’t know would definitely think she was her real mother.
Whitaker Scarlett was too lazy to play along with Maria, “I’m not eating; I’m afraid you poisoned them.”
Maria wished she could strangle Whitaker Scarlett, “Scarlett, don’t joke with me! I care about you; why would I poison you…?”
Whitaker Scarlett lazily replied, “Jealous of my good looks, who knows what you’re thinking?”
Watching Maria’s face change was quite amusing; she had to hold back her anger, as her persona was not well chosen. If Aunt, Veronica, were around, she would definitely be arguing with Whitaker Scarlett.
Suddenly, Whitaker Scarlett stepped forward, “Does your family have a connection with Principal Ben? What, do you want Principal Ben to kick me out of County East High School?”
Maria’s shock was hard to conceal.
How did Whitaker Scarlett know about this?
Maria couldn’t see through Whitaker Scarlett; she felt she couldn’t delay any longer and had to inform Whitaker Rosalie about the situation.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It seems you’re blaming your family; sigh!”
Maria looked particularly dejected.
Whitaker Scarlett had originally guessed about 70%, but now she was certain. Principal Ben was indeed the support of Whitaker Rosalie’s family. Perhaps Whitaker Rosalie had fallen out of favor, and this support was unstable, allowing her to continue staying at County East High School.
No matter how well Maria acted in front of the Whitaker family, Whitaker Scarlett, who had been an executive in her past life, had seen countless schemers while climbing up from the bottom in the workplace. Those people were at least educated white-collar or gold-collar workers; Maria, a rural woman, was nothing in front of Whitaker Scarlett.
A casual probe confirmed the warning from Peter.
Watching Maria rush back to Snack Shop, Whitaker Scarlett sneered.
Just as she told Peter, having only “Maria’s Snack” around was not enough; people needed more choices.
Whitaker Scarlett then ran to Aunt Maggie’s noodle stall to eat noodles. After chatting a bit, she ignited Aunt Maggie’s passion.
Aunt Maggie had been wanting to open a shop, and Whitaker Scarlett was adding fuel to the fire, making Aunt Maggie’s enthusiasm burn even brighter. Ever since Whitaker Scarlett last spoke to her, Aunt Maggie had been paying attention to the ins and outs of opening a shop.
Unlike Maria, who was a village woman, Aunt Maggie was from Greenfield. She didn’t have particularly capable relatives, but having been rooted in the county town for so many years, she had some useful connections.
