His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 11

His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 11

Family circumstances?

Isabelle’s face went even paler.

The officer added coldly, “In short, there is no issue with Cadet Vance’s grades. Do not let me hear such irresponsible accusations from you again, Cadet Davenport.”

With that, he turned and left. The room immediately erupted.

“My God… so when Elara said she didn’t have an assignment, she wasn’t being coy. It was true?”

“We were making fun of her… we were mocking the top student in the entire academy?”

“So we were the joke all along.”

The cadets who had been surrounding Isabelle and mocking Elara just yesterday now looked ashen, as if wishing the floor would swallow them whole.

Isabelle’s face was burning. She could only force out a frustrated huff, stomp her foot, and say in a strained voice, “I never knew Elara was so good at hiding things. She actually deceived us for so long. Right, Caleb?”

She looked up at the man beside her, expecting the usual support.

But this time, Caleb didn’t seem to hear her.

He stood frozen, staring at the screen that had already gone dark.

Caleb suddenly remembered something.

Once, after a tactical studies class, I had again been called out by the instructor for a seemingly basic mistake. Caleb had walked past me with a cold expression and thrown a single, merciless sentence at me.

“You don’t deserve to be here.”

I had frozen for a second, then immediately chased after him. There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment on my face, only a sly little smile.

I leaned in close and whispered, “I’m only telling you this, but what I really want to do is build houses, not go to the Pentagon.”