Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 412

Eileen finally stopped making a scene.

The headmaster, vice principal, Commander Dirk, and a handful of teachers and instructors standing watch nearby all witnessed it themselves. Just five minutes ago, Eileen had been ready to tear the whole academy down, threatening to raise hell if she didn’t get her way.

But the moment she hung up the phone, her entire demeanor changed. She calmed down, picked up two bowls, and walked into the security office. She sat quietly, finished every bite of her meal, then grabbed her suitcase and left—quick, decisive, not a trace of drama.

Before heading out, she even turned back toward them, gave a cheery wave, and called out goodbye with a grin.

The sudden burst of energy, the way she seemed to bounce out the door, was so out of character—it was almost like she’d been possessed.

The headmaster slowly got up from where he’d been crouched.

His legs had gone numb from squatting so long. He rubbed his old, still healing thigh and lower back, grumbling under his breath, “That’s it? That’s all it took to settle her?”

The vice principal, just as baffled, asked, “So, who was on that call just now? Whoever it was, sure worked wonders.”

Everyone turned their gaze to the headmaster.

He was the only one who knew Egbert’s identity. And with all the gossip swirling online lately about “E&E,” the picture was starting to come together.

The first time he’d heard the name, he’d thought it was some new TV drama or a remake of an old classic.

He pressed his lips together, thinking for a moment before finally saying, “Her boyfriend.”

The others froze.

One of the female instructors couldn’t hold it in any longer. She yanked a flower from the planter beside her and complained, “How does someone like her even have a boyfriend? I can’t even get a date!”

Everyone else: “...”

“Ahem.” The vice principal tried again, “Wait, weren’t we told the call was from someone higher up? Since when is her boyfriend ‘the boss’?”

The headmaster lied without missing a beat: “Well, the higher-ups contacted her boyfriend. That’s why I always say, when you run into trouble, trust the system. The system will sort it out.”

The same female instructor piped up, “Does the system hand out boyfriends too?”

The headmaster sighed, sounding genuinely mournful. “Nope. You’re on your own for that. I had to find mine myself.”

The instructor: “...”

7:30 that evening.

Field Command, Major Morris’s office.

Major Morris eyed the young woman across from his desk with undisguised disapproval as she carefully filled out her enlistment application.

The longer he looked, the less he liked what he saw.

Just then, a group passed by the office door.

Major Morris barely glanced their way, until suddenly—“Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!”—the dogs started barking like mad.

He shot to his feet, waving toward the hallway. “Hey! Get them out of here, now!”

The K9 handler, tugging on the leashes, looked puzzled. “That’s weird… These two usually love you, Major. Why are they acting up? They weren’t even this wild during the last drug raid… Uh, Major, is there someone else in your office?”

Major Morris’s expression darkened. “If there weren’t, do you think the dogs would be raising hell like this?”

The handler blinked.

“Just get them out of here!” Major Morris snapped. “If they bite someone, the Department of Culture will have our heads!”

The handler, only half-understanding, hurried away with the dogs.

Major Morris sat back down, shot a look at Eileen, and muttered, “Even the dogs don’t like you.”

Eileen: “...”

Eileen ducked her head, looking thoroughly deflated. She finished the form, stood up, and handed it to Major Morris with both hands.

He looked her over, grunted, checked the paper, and finally said, “Fine. You can go.”

Eileen picked up her suitcase. “Thank you, Major Morris. Sorry for the trouble—I’ll see myself out.”

He glanced at her again. When she wasn’t being a nuisance, she almost looked respectable.

He nodded at her suitcase. “Why are you lugging so much stuff?”

Egbert frowned. “Why were you crying?”

The housekeeper’s face crumpled again. She covered her mouth. “Ms. Lopez read my past life for me. It was just so tragic! I can’t help it—sob, sob, sob!”

Egbert: “...”

Once she disappeared into the kitchen, Egbert raised an eyebrow at Eileen, who was now tearing through snack bags on the floor. “Past lives?”

Eileen, arms full of dried fruit, plopped back onto the couch. “Yeah, Olivia taught me. I was actually looking for Blue Cheese, but I couldn’t find the cat. I learned palm reading, too.”

Egbert shook his head, amused. “Don’t be so superstitious.”

Eileen sighed dramatically. “What else can I do? I couldn’t find Blue Cheese. I must’ve flipped through every album we own a hundred times—nothing!”

Egbert spotted a photo album spread out on the coffee table. He picked it up and started flipping through.

Halfway in, Eileen suddenly grabbed his hand.

He glanced over at the girl pawing at him, a smile tugging at his lips. “What’s this?”

“I’m reading your palm,” Eileen replied, all business.

Egbert leaned back, playing along. “What did you see? Is my love line long?”

She didn’t even look up. “Didn’t see your love line, but your disaster line is clear as day. Hold on, let me look closer.”

Egbert didn’t believe in any of this, but seeing Eileen so earnest, he let her continue.

After a moment, Eileen’s face grew serious. “There it is. You’re in for a big catastrophe at 150.”

Egbert blinked. “One hundred and fifty?”

Eileen checked her own hand, then gasped in horror. “Oh no! I’ve got a disaster at 144!”

Egbert: “...”

He paused, then deadpanned, “What, someone’s going to dig up our graves?”