Mission: Revenge – The Heiress's Second Life novel Chapter 19

"Clara, you psychotic bitch!"

"Get your hands off me! I'll kill you!"

Lillian shrieked, thrashing wildly.

Clara simply slammed her face back into the water, counted to three, and hauled her up again.

Lillian gasped for air, choking on the tap water. All the color had drained from her face.

The other three girls were paralyzed with shock.

They had expected an easy target, not an absolute savage.

Clara raised an eyebrow at them. "Who's next?"

"N-No..."

The squad abandoned Lillian and bolted out of the restroom in terror.

Clara shoved a completely drenched Lillian back, her smile freezing over. "Remember this. There won't be a next time."

She calmly washed her hands, fixed her hair in the mirror, and walked out.

Lillian collapsed against the counter, sliding to the tiles.

"Bitch!"

"I swear to god I'll ruin you!"

"You're dead!"

"..."

She sobbed out threats to the empty room.

Clara returned to her desk as if nothing had happened.

"Are you okay?" Chelsea whispered anxiously. "I heard Lillian's group plotting to corner you."

"I appreciate it, but I'm fine," Clara replied, tilting her head slightly. "Lillian might be taking the rest of the day off, though."

Sure enough, when the bell rang, Lillian's seat remained empty.

Clara devoted the rest of the morning to absolute focus.

While Zachary was charming and friendly with the girls, Chase was notoriously ice-cold.

He couldn't care less about romance. Any girl brave enough to confess was immediately subjected to his merciless, brutal rejections.

It had been over a month since the last victim. They were thrilled someone was finally trying again.

Pens dropped as the students watched the drama unfold, craving the distraction.

Chase didn't even look up, completely focused on his work.

His handwriting, much like the man himself, was flawless and painfully precise.

"Chase, are you deaf?"

Clara frowned, her voice dripping with irritation.

The entire room gasped.

Telling Chase Yardley he was deaf was a guaranteed death sentence.

Chase slowly set his pen down and raised his head.