Mission: Revenge – The Heiress's Second Life novel Chapter 8

Pressing her lips into a thin line, Clara marched upstairs, hauling Ethan by his collar. She shoved him into her room and slammed the door shut, locking out the noise.

Ethan landed unceremoniously on the floor.

Clara unzipped his backpack and dumped all his textbooks onto the desk.

"What is your homework for today?" she asked coldly.

Ethan gritted his teeth. "What do you care? Who gave you the right to boss me around?"

Clara leaned down, planting a heavy hand on his shoulder. "I have the right because I'm your older sister. As your older sister, I'm the one in charge. Every single thing you do is my business. Now, tell me your assignments, or I'll call your teacher myself and find out."

Six years of Vera's deliberate neglect had nearly ruined him.

He wouldn't listen to reason. A heavy hand was the only way to get him in line.

Ethan balled his fists tightly.

He puffed out his cheeks defensively. "I slept through class. I don't know what the homework is."

Clara flipped through his textbooks. They were completely pristine. Even if he knew the assignment, there was zero chance he'd know how to do it.

"We'll start simple then," she said smoothly. "Write down ten French vocabulary words from memory."

Ethan had absolutely no desire to write French words, but he knew he wasn't leaving this room unless he complied.

He sulked over to the chair and sat down.

Clara paused. "You were yelling out there for a while. Are you thirsty?"

Ethan desperately wanted to say no just to be stubborn, but his throat was undeniably parched. "Yeah," he muttered, trying to sound tough.

Clara smiled faintly. "Go pour yourself a glass."

Each bedroom in the estate was equipped with a high-end water dispenser and a stack of paper cups.

Ethan shot her a nasty glare before getting up to fetch his water.

He had just filled the cup when Clara swiftly plucked it from his hand.

[Every year, sixty percent of global heiresses experience kidnapping attempts. Over half of those incidents end in tragedy or ruined reputations.]

[Should the host be abducted by assailants, Basic Escape Tactics allow the host to pick any lock and secure an escape route.]

A slow smirk spread across Clara's face.

Being able to pick any lock was an incredibly useful skill.

She could test it out tonight.

Catching her eerie smile, Ethan shivered instinctively.

He had planned to intentionally misspell his words, but seeing her face, he decided to diligently write them out instead.

Under Clara's iron gaze, it took him half an hour to successfully write down ten vocabulary words.

The moment Clara opened the door, Serena pushed her way in, her face painted with exaggerated concern. "Ethan, are you okay? Did she hurt you?"