Chapter 113

Alistair stood rigidly while Harrison remained seated. By all rights, the professor should have held the advantage.

Yet Harrison sat with impeccable posture, her piercing gaze calmly assessing Alistair. Her composed demeanor somehow made the dean feel diminished.

Alistair cleared his throat. "Y-yes, that's correct."

He mentally kicked himself. What kind of response was that?

Only his esteemed mentor, Dr. Sinclair, ever dared address him by his full name. Yet this niece-in-law did so without hesitation.

Alistair opened his mouth to reprimand her. "You insolent-"

Before he could continue, Harrison gave a slight nod. "Very well. Proceed with your lecture."

Alistair froze.

Who was the educator here? She was giving him orders now?

Something in Harrison's commanding presence made his body move against his will. Without another word, he turned toward the chalkboard and began writing.

Why was he obeying her?

He didn't want to comply, yet found himself powerless to resist.

Alistair launched into his lecture, but Harrison, still exhausted from the previous night, soon drifted off again. Her earlier nap clearly hadn't been enough. Within minutes, she was sound asleep at her desk.

She slept through the entire session.

As Alistair gathered his notes to leave, his eyes fell on the slumbering student. Part of him wanted to shake her awake and deliver a scolding, but something held him back - an unidentifiable quality about her that gave him pause.

With a resigned sigh, he exited quietly.

At that moment, Arabella arrived with two companions in tow. A dance major at Willowridge University, Arabella dreamed of becoming a prima ballerina like her idol Isabella. She worshipped the woman.

Arabella possessed breathtaking beauty with curves that commanded attention - particularly her ample bosom, which made her the campus sensation. Crowned Willowridge's reigning beauty, she dominated the university's social scene.

When Arabella learned Harrison had enrolled at Willowridge, fury consumed her.

What was Nathaniel thinking, sending this backwater nobody here? Did she even belong at such a prestigious institution?

To Arabella, Harrison was nothing but a stain on the university's reputation.

Peering through the window, Arabella spotted Harrison still asleep at her desk. Her two lackeys giggled as one whispered, "Arabella, I heard she sleeps through every lecture. Is there something wrong with her?"

"No surprise there," the other chimed in. "She's just here to embarrass herself at Willowridge." Arabella's mood lifted instantly. She pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of the sleeping student, and immediately posted it to the university forum.

Her caption dripped with venom. [Let's give a warm Willowridge welcome to our newest student, Harrison.]

Comments flooded in immediately.

[Professor Whitmore lectured today and this girl slept through it? Seriously?]

[Is she the 'Sleeping Goddess' or something?]

Two others agreed, writing [Yeah, Sleeping Goddess fits perfectly.] Seeing Harrison crowned with this mocking title sent Arabella into fits of laughter.

Just then, her phone rang with a familiar tone.

Isabella.

"Hello Arabella, how's Harrison's first day at Willowridge going?" Isabella inquired.

Arabella smirked, her voice thick with disdain. "Isabella, why waste your time on Harrison? She's beneath your notice. Here's something amusing - Harrison became campus famous on her very first day..."

Isabella chuckled. "Come to The Velvet Lounge tonight. Nathaniel's taking me to play cards. Bring that amusing story to share with Nathaniel and the others."

After a full day of classes, Harrison finally returned to her dormitory.