Chapter 1870

Maybe she'd picked a fight with the wrong person, or maybe it was just the fact that she'd actually dumped boiling water on someone-but whatever the reason, her confidence fizzled out fast. A wave of resistance rose up inside, and suddenly, going toe-to-toe with Amy didn't sound like such a good idea anymore.

Thinking back, Fiona hadn't even glanced at Amy during the whole thing. Her focus had been on the girl who'd gotten burned. She'd just scoffed, cold and sharp, and walked away without another word.

Jane went back to reading off the results. In the end, Jane lost by a single vote to another girl in the class. They'd been tied, but that girl slipped in an extra ballot for herself, nudging her score just above Jane's. It was a sneaky move, but technically, the contest rules hadn't said anything against it. The whole classroom erupted in loud chatter-finally, Fiona could start teaching everyone self-defense.

"So, does this mean we have to race to the indoor basketball court every time to save a spot? If we show up too late, we'll have to squeeze in with everyone, and I'm not about to let someone steal my moves," someone groaned.

"Seriously! There's so many of us-where are we even supposed to practice?" another girl chimed in.

Everyone started talking at once, voices tumbling over each other. Jane remembered Fiona mentioning a private gym near campus that had great privacy. On the spot, she decided to move the whole group there instead.

Once everyone was settled, Fiona's phone buzzed. A new message: the second batch of design drafts International Glam sent Woods Corporation was identical to the patented designs Country M had released last year.

Fiona shot a look at Tyler. So, someone was making their move again?

This time, she was going to wipe them out for good.

She handed everything over to Jane-who knew enough self-defense to hold a class or two—and slipped out of the classroom. Tyler followed close behind.

After most of the students had cleared out, Amy finally led her posse to the nurse's office. Her face was thundercloud-dark the whole way; it was clear she wasn't happy about how today had played out. The girls trailing after her were so tense they barely dared to breathe. No one wanted to be the one to set Amy off-her temper was legendary, and nobody wanted to be on the receiving end.

Amy usually kept her mood to herself around her friends, but everyone knew not to push their luck. Besides, they were all hoping to get something out of being close to Amy designer clothes, fancy bags, makeup. All that luxury stuff they couldn't afford on their own.

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They reached the nurse's office in no time. The girl lying on the bed was a mess-her face was bright red from the burns, with patches of skin peeling off. It looked awful. Amy frowned but said nothing. Inher mind, it was just a surface wound. It wasn't like anyone was going to die.

She'd seen worse before-way worse.

"Amy, you came to see me," the girl whimpered, grabbing Amy's hand with tears streaming down her face. "That witch-how could she do this to me? I'm your friend! How could she even dare?"

Amy didn't react, just stared coldly at the girl on the bed. One of the other girls spoke up first.

"Alice, seriously, why'd you mess with the votes? Now everyone thinks we're out to get Fiona. Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused us?"