My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 155

In the end, Emily Blair’s name appeared at the very top of the class announcement board, bold and unmistakable—First Place.

Now, both her classmates and teachers carried themselves with newfound pride, shoulders squared as if her achievement reflected on them, too.

Even those students who used to mock her, the ones who’d whispered that her exile meant her downfall, had all but vanished. They hid out in the classroom now, too embarrassed to show their faces.

When Emily was called over by her subject teacher, she didn’t think too much of it. The teacher spoke to her with all the gravity of a parent confiding in their child:

“Mr. Lane really cares about you, Emily. That’s why he arranged for the honors class teacher to work with your group. Normally, those teachers only handle the honors students, but now they’re taking care of your class as well.”

“With grades like this, Mr. Lane must be pleased. You should talk to him—ask if he’ll move you back to your original class. There’s no need to stay here with this unruly crowd and let them hold you back.”

Emily lowered her gaze and nodded, the perfect picture of a well-behaved student.

Andrew Lane cares about her?

He doesn’t.

He never has.

Stop making things up.

In her previous life, Andrew Lane would have shipped her off to some remote corner of the world if he could, just to make sure she’d never return.

And in this life, he kept doing reckless, impulsive things for Isabella Austin—how could he possibly care about Emily?

She didn’t want to talk about Andrew Lane any longer. So, with a quick nod, she replied, “Understood, thank you, sir. Is there anything else? If not, I’ll head back now.”

When the teacher nodded, Emily turned around immediately.

Suddenly, a tall shadow loomed before her—broad and imposing, so much so that her heart skipped a beat and she instinctively stepped back.

The newcomer wore a perfectly tailored black suit, every inch of him exuding authority and cool detachment. His lips formed a straight, serious line—not cruel, but certainly enough to keep people at arm’s length.

His dark eyes were flat and unreadable, regarding Emily with only the faintest flicker of interest, as if she were little more than a passing distraction.

Emily’s breath caught in her throat.

Andrew Lane.

She tried to sidestep him, but his hand shot out, catching her wrist—though he let go just as quickly.

“Stay,” Andrew Lane said, his voice low and unhurried, but brooking no argument.

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