NovelEnglishChapter 1041
Flora and the gang heard the unmistakable thrum of a helicopter overhead.
"What on earth?" Jules looked baffled. A helicopter here? Seriously? He shot a glance at Connor and Flora,
wondering if they were behind this.
Mr. Richard narrowed his eyes, a knowing look crossing his face. He had a pretty good idea about who might be
arriving. Cynthia's parents had always been a bit of a mystery at school-so much so that their occupations were
classified. But Mr. Garcia, being in the loop, knew the real deal. Blake and Lydia heard it too, their hearts skipping
a beat.
"What's happening? Why is there a helicopter?"
"Your dad's here," Mr. Valesaid to Cynthia, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I'll go meet him."
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"I'm coming too," Mr. Richard chimed in, and they both rushed out, leaving the live stream viewers scratching
their heads. Blake and Lydia were on edge, as they had overheard Mr. Valerio.
Cynthia's dad? Here? But wasn't he a construction worker? What was he doing arriving in a helicopter, with even
Mr. Richard stepping out to greet him?
"This doesn't add up, sis. Didn't you say Cynthia was just an ordinary girl, a construction worker's daughter?"
Lydia's voice was shaky, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Blake wasn't doing much better. She realized she might have seriously underestimated Cynthia. If Mr. Valewas
her uncle, then her family couldn't be just any ordinary folks. But why would Cynthia keep her parents’ identities
under wraps? Unless-
A chilling thought struck Blake. Only people involved in national secrets would need to hide their identities!
Could it be?
As Blake's mind spiraled, the sound of synchronized, heavy footsteps approached the door. It sounded more like
soldiers marching than anything else.
Blake and Lydia turned toward the door in alarm. Even Flora, lounging in her chair, raised her eyes with mild
curiosity.
A group of men in military uniforms
strode in, each carrying a rifle, their faces set in serious, no-nonsense expressions. Mr. Valeand Mr. Richard
were at the front, flanking a man in his forties-rugged, with a commanding presence that
screamed battle-hardened veteran.
Their entrance alone was enough to make anyone's heart race. Blake and Lydia felt the weight of the man's
intimidating aura, almost suffocating in its intensity. "Daddy-" Cynthia's sweet voice broke the tension as she
flitted over like a butterfly to the man, latching onto his arm with girlish affection. "Daddy, you're finally here!"
The man gently ruffled Cynthia's hair. "Dad's here, sweetheart."
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The sight of their easy camaraderie, coupled with the 'General' insignia on his sleeve, made Blake's face drain of
color. Cynthia's dad was a General? No wonder her enrollment papers had been so secretive
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"Miss," the soldiers greeted Cynthia with deference.
"Who's been giving you trouble?" Colin, her father, asked, his gaze sweeping the room like a hawk.
"It was her!" Cynthia pointed straight
at Blake, feeling emboldened now that her father was here. She wasted no trecounting Blake's wrongdoings.
"I spent days on those papers, and she trashed them! She even threatened to keepfrom graduating!"
Colin's expression darkened, the air around him thick with menace. The soldiers behind him eyed Blake as if she
was already a goner.
Anger simmered. Someone dared mess with their Miss? They barely held back from reaching for their weapons.
"Mr. Richard," Colin said with a cold chuckle, "it seems your University of Maple Grove has squestionable
judgment, letting someone like this becan associate professor."
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