Vanya's POV
After that, until the end of the exam, Wilmot didn't write a single word.
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, I felt a sigh of relief internally.
Regardless of his actions, I felt confident that I had nailed this exam.
With a light heart, I stepped out of the exam room when suddenly, a powerful force grabbed the back of my neck.
I turned around in horror to see Wilmot pinning me against the wall.
His eyes were like a rebellious eagle's, with a hint of laziness and unruliness.
Perhaps due to regular fitness, his figure was exceptionally robust, and the solid muscles exerted a sense of pressure even through his clothes.
My wolf growled in my mind, and every hair on my body stood on end.
As an Alpha myself, Wilmot's naturally exuding powerful aura was quite oppressive.
This might be the innate ability of the ancient Alpha families.
I feigned composure and said, "Hey, I don't even know you."
I was well aware that with his strength, a single punch could knock me unconscious, making me experience the "pain" of rebirth again.
"Why did you deliberately fill in the last question incorrectly on the exam paper?" Wilmot's voice was deep and penetrating.
His eyes seemed to see through my soul, reaching the deepest secrets within my heart.
Hearing his words, my breath hitched, and my mind went blank, unsure of how to respond.
I had indeed intentionally answered the last question incorrectly.
But before doing so, I had checked the rest of the questions, ensuring my score exceeded the graduate pass line.
After all, in the eyes of others, I had never received any financial education. If I suddenly achieved an astonishing result, it would definitely raise suspicions, and Cliff would become doubtful.
However, how did Wilmot know?
"You peeked at my paper?" I said sternly, "It's forbidden to look around and spy on others' questions in the exam. You cheated!"
Wilmot gave a ridiculous look, bent down closer to me, and lowered his voice, "I handed in a blank sheet."
I wasn't intimidated and raised my head, saying, "You handed in a blank sheet? Then you must be... unable to solve any of the questions, right?"
Wilmot frowned.
I continued, "You can't solve any questions, so how can you say I deliberately got the last big question wrong?"
Before Wilmot could speak, I interrupted, "Hey, I admit your approach to flirting is unique, but I'm not interested in people with poor academic performance. See you if we're destined."
I slipped out from between Wilmot's arms.
He laughed behind me, but I didn't look back.
The bodyguard outside said, "Mr. Hammond, you should return home immediately after the exam."
Wilmot whistled.
In the evening, as soon as I stepped into the Packhouse, I saw the living room light on.
Veronica sat on the sofa with a stern expression, and Cliff sat beside her, flipping through a newspaper.
I smiled and said, "Veronica, why did you come at this time? You should have told me earlier so that I could have the Omegas prepared in advance."
"If I hadn't come, I don't know what this home would turn into!" Veronica's voice carried clear dissatisfaction.
I glanced at Cliff, who also had an indifferent expression on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to take an exam at Wolfe?" Veronica questioned.
"Taking the exam was my own idea. I just want to learn more and broaden my knowledge and insights," I tried to keep my tone calm.
Veronica slapped the table abruptly, raising her voice, "But you are the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack! You're Cliff's mate! I've always told you, as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, you are naturally supported by the Silver Moon Pack! But what you've done, where does it leave the Todd family's dignity?"
I chose to remain silent.
I had indeed promised Veronica before, only to be Cliff's mate.
Veronica's traditional views were extremely rigid. In my past life, to win her favor, I gave up the opportunity to study abroad.
But now, I didn't want to repeat the same mistakes.
"Veronica, Vanya is just taking the exam for fun. Don't be angry," Cliff leisurely sipped his coffee and said.
In his heart, I could never be admitted.
At that moment, Cliff's phone rang. I glanced at it, and the caller ID showed the school office.
Cliff didn't answer immediately but hung up the call.
Veronica said coldly, "If you can't quickly give me a grandchild, don't blame me for taking drastic measures."
Cliff didn't respond. I knew Veronica had been wanting a grandchild for more than a day or two.
After Veronica left, I asked, "Did you call the school office?"
"Mm-hmm," Cliff replied succinctly.
I continued, "You told the school office not to give me special treatment, right?"
"Why? Are you trying to beg me now? Want me to give you special treatment to get into Wolfe?" Cliff sneered, his eyes filled with contempt, "Let me tell you, even if I gave you special treatment, you wouldn't be able to graduate."
"I just hope you won't interfere. If I really have the ability to get into Wolfe, and you have the principal strike me from the admission list, don't blame me for turning against you," my tone was not pleasant either.
Cliff listened and narrowed his eyes slightly. We confronted each other, the air filled with tension.