Chapter 3

After that incident, I was taken to the Dean of Students' office.

Or rather, I strolled in confidently, followed by a group of trembling teachers.

Kyle was also sent to the infirmary, and his notoriously feisty mother, Brenda, quickly stormed in.

The moment she entered, she pointed a finger at my nose, spitting insults.

"You little bitch! So vicious at such a young age! You beat my son like this, have you no respect for the law?!"

"Didn't your parents teach you right? Running around with boys and acting like trash!"

Her shouting made my ears ache.

Mr. Davies, the Dean of Students, was a balding man.

He was clearly annoyed, constantly wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Brenda, please don't get agitated. We're still investigating the matter. Audrey, she…"

"Investigate what?! My son is bleeding! This little slut did it!"

Brenda cut him off, eyeing me up and down.

"Look at her, acting like a tramp! She doesn't even look like a student! Dressed like she's selling herself! How many men have touched those breasts?!"

"This disgusting student should be expelled! Expel her immediately! Otherwise, I'll cause hell for this school!"

I watched her throw her tantrum calmly, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.

Mr. Davies, seeing my "devil-may-care attitude," also turned his attention to me, puffed up with self-importance:

"Audrey! What is this attitude?! You hit a classmate and you don't even regret it?"

"Look at the terrible impact you've had on the school! Quickly! Apologize to Brenda right now!"

I smiled, "Apologize?"

Why should I apologize?

In my past life, and in this one, how did they bully me?

For three whole years, I practically ate tears with every meal, never knowing a single good day, struggling in fear every single day.

Why should I apologize to the trash who bullied me?!

Looking at Mr. Davies' smug, judgmental face, I felt sick!

In my past life, it wasn't like I hadn't fought back or cried for help.

But when I told him what was happening, what did he say?

"It takes two to tango. Why do they only bully you, and not others? Always think about your own problems. If you weren't dressed provocatively and acting like you're asking for trouble, would others mess with you?"

But I was clearly wearing a loose, standard school uniform!

I'll never forget the creepy gaze he gave my chest as he lectured me!

Now, I just stared at his greasy, dogmatic face with disdain, then slowly uttered three words:

"He! Deserved! It!"

"You—!"

Mr. Davies' face turned beet red with rage. He jumped up from his chair. "Rebellious! What kind of attitude is that?!"

"Disrespectful! No remorse! Believe it or not, I'll give you a suspension immediately!"

I didn't wait for him to finish. The moment his spittle flew, I grabbed the steaming hot mug of strong tea from his desk.

With a flick of my arm, I aimed at his bald head and drenched him head-to-toe!

*Splash!*

Scalding tea mixed with soggy tea leaves plastered his face.

"Ah—!"

He shrieked, jumping off his chair, scalded and looking utterly pathetic.

Everyone in the office was stunned.

Brenda also backed away in shock, her eyes, for the first time, showing fear.

Her expression screamed: *This woman is crazy, she even dares to hit the Dean of Students!*

I walked slowly towards Mr. Davies, who was howling while clutching his face, my voice soft.

"Mr. Davies, how much did Kyle's family pay you off? You ignore the truth and just tell me to apologize? What can your mouth do besides bully me?"

"You're not fit to be a teacher."

"Rebellious! You're completely rebellious!"

Mr. Davies trembled with rage, pointing at me, but too much pain to utter a complete sentence.

Just then, the office door opened.

It was Julian.

He gave a cold glance at the chaos in the office, his gaze finally settling on me.

"Audrey, stop this. This is your last chance. Beg me."

"If you become my girlfriend, I'll use my father's connections to fix this for you."

I couldn't help but laugh again.

"Help me? Julian, you should worry about yourself first."

Under his stunned, confused gaze, my smile grew even brighter.

"Aren't you curious? Your womanizing father, with countless lovers, why doesn't he have a single illegitimate child?"

I paused, giving him time to think and feel fear, then slowly spoke.

"You don't know, do you? Your father has severe infertility."

I watched with satisfaction as the arrogance and confidence on his face instantly crumbled, shattering into endless pallor and panic.

I leaned closer to him.

"Julian, guess whose… bastard you really are?"

In that instant, I saw Julian's face crack, his eyes filled with disbelief!

"You bitch, you… how do you know all this?!"