NovelGoldChapter 233 Mandy's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile that hid a calculation few could discern.
Arrogance was a good trait, she mused, for it made deceiving the arrogant so much easier.
Ever since Mandy had witnessed Claire being manipulated by the Linwood family, she had cto understand a fundamental truth: relying on oneself was always the safest bet.
Only by becoming strong enough could she stand tall in this world, free from bullying and undeserved humiliation.
"Hang in there, Claire," Mandy thought. "Once I've saved enough money, I'll take you and Mom away from Cresthaven. We'll start fresh, somewhere no one can find us." With a silent vow, Mandy turned on her heel, her steps determined as she headed back to her dorm.
The shrill laughter inside pierced through the thin door like poisoned needles pricking her ears.
"She's out, won't be back for a while. Let's hurry before Mandy the lunatic finds out." "Just a maid's daughter acting all high and mighty. I've had enough of her." "Who cares about poor people anyway? What can she do to us?" "That's why she's the worst. Since we can't touch her, let's use her toothbrush to scrub the toilet, haha!" "I'll use her towel to wipe my feet." "And I poured toilet water into her shampoo." Every word was laced with malice.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMandy's eyes turned dark and predatory, like a beast lurking in the cold night. But her lips lifted into a smile, her entire being vibrating with excitement, exuding a dangerous aura.
Since the rumors about her being a rich man's mistress had spread like wildfire through Cresthaven Institute of Technology, her reputation had been tarnished.
If it hadn't been for Ethan stepping in, she would have been expelled.
Yet, she wasn't about to thank Ethan like her mother did. She wasn't naive; it was clear as day that this was all orchestrated by Ethan to manipulate Claire.
How despicable.
Ever since the incident, her once-friendly roommates had shown their true colors, using their privileged backgrounds to bully her without fear.
Her quiet demeanor had given them the impression she was an easy target.
But they didn't realize that witnessing Claire's downfall had changed her. Since high school, she'd transformed into a fierce and unyielding "lunatic," brimming with an intense hatred for injustice.
If anyone dared to bully her, she was ready to fight back, no matter the cost.
Mandy crossed her arms, leaning silently against the cold wall.
After about ten minutes, her toothbrush had been thoroughly used to scrub the toilet, her towel had not only been used to wipe feet but also to clean up the water stains around the toilet, and her shampoo and shower gel had been mixed with toilet water.
"That's enough. Let's clean up and head to the cafeteria," one of the roommates suggested, followed by the sound of tidying up.
The soft click of the door latch turning broke the silence of the hallway and plunged the room into sudden stillness.
Mandy pushed open the door to the dorm, a strange smile on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe. "You all seem to be having fun, huh?" The three well-groomed girls froze, their faces drained of color. As they met Mandy's smile-part mocking, part menacing-their minds went blank.
Mandy stepped inside and locked the door behind her.
The action made the girls' pupils contract in terror as they stared at her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You...you cback early?" one of them stammered, her lips painted in a seductive red. "We were just tidying up for you..." Mandy laughed.
The sound sent a shiver down their spines, as chilling as the crack of ice in a winter storm.
Her eyes, once gentle, now churned with a dark tide.
"It looks like you really enjoy my toiletries. You should have said so earlier, I could have gifted them to you, Mandy's voice was soft but carried an undeniable edge. The trio's eyes darted around, their minds swirling with fear and confusion.
In the next moment, Mandy pointed towards the bathroom, her voice icy and commanding, "coin. I want to watch you use my toothbrush, shampoo, shower gel, and towel to clean yourselves from head to toe." The bravado they had when mocking her evaporated.
"No, no, that's okay. We'll use our own," one of them protested.
Mandy's smile vanished, replaced by a chilling frost. "I'm not negotiating." With that, she pulled out a butterfly knife.
The blade spun skillfully in her hand, the cold steel glinting ominously, sending a chin through the room. Seeing the knife, the roommates turned as pale as ghosts, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"Please... don't do anything rash. We're sorry, okay?"
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