Fated once again.

Bradford High

Rowan Reyes, the homeroom teacher, took out his handkerchief and wiped off the sweat from his forehead for umpteen times. The pressure in the room was chilling, making him suffocated and sweat profusely. At last, he couldn’t take anymore and stood up, slamming the table. “Miss Nora Shahan, why are you staring at me as if I’ve asked for your share of inheritance? It's just a project.”

She was just a petite high school girl, but if looks could kill, he could have been long dead from the glare she threw at him.

And the ancestor beside her was even more terrifying than her.

God! What crime did he commit in his last life to have these two troublemakers as his students?

In the last row, Nora, who was shooting daggers at the teacher, scoffed at his nonsense.

Just a project?

He called it just a project?

Apparently, the students were grouped for a project for their upcoming summit.

And blame it on her unfortunate luck, she was paired with Liam.

No, she wasn’t actually pa