NovelGoldChapter 264 Normand probably drank too much that night to remember her, but his friends had no trouble recognizing her the moment they saw her again.
Still sore about losing face last time-when they'd failed to make her join their drinking party-they decided to get even. In the middle of the mall, they grabbed her, dragged her into the men's restroom, and planned to teach her a lesson.
They didn't count on her carrying a butterfly knife.
Mandy lashed out before they knew what hit them. She stabbed one of them, shoved their heads into the toilet until they were coughing up dirty water, and then grabbed the toilet brush, beating them until their faces were a mess of bruises and tears.
Afterward, she dusted her hands off with a casual flick, sauntered out, and left the battered men howling in misery behind her.
But the next day, somehow, those idiots managed to dig up her school and her name.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey threatened her if she didn't cwork as a hostess at their bar, they'd make sure she'd never survive another day at Cresthaven.
So, for the third time, their paths crossed-this tback at the bar.
In a plush private lounge, the coffee table was stacked with bottles of liquor. Normand and his friends grinned smugly and gestured toward them. "If you can finish all fifty bottles, we'll wipe the slate clean," they said, certain Mandy would be scared enough to give in.
They didn't know Mandy at all.
Mandy was a lunatic.
The moment these losers threatened her, she was ready to go to war.
No way was she going to drink with them.
Before they could react, she grabbed a bottle and smashed it over their heads.
Blood ran down their faces. She pulled out her butterfly knife and forced them to drink the rest of the booze themselves.
"Listen up. I'm not someone you can scare off." "If I'm willing to throw punches today, I'll be willing to kill you tomorrow. Call the cops if you want, but you better be ready for what happens when I get out—I'll wipe out your entire family." What Mandy didn't know was that these guys were all spoiled heirs from Cresthaven's wealthiest families. They'd spent their lives bullying others, never once imagining someone would dare fight back-let alone a woman who could wipe the floor with them.
Rich kids are afraid of nothing except dying.
And Mandy? Death was the last thing she feared.
After two vicious beatings and a death threat, the three trust-fund brats vanished from public life.
Maybe they were masochists, or maybe they just couldn't help themselves, but now they spoke of Mandy with a mix of terror and awe. They thought her reckless, wild streak was the coolest thing they'd ever seen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen they gossiped in private, they never dared call her anything but "Mandy." Now, Mandy stood in front of Normand, her expression unreadable as she pulled out her butterfly knife. She spun it with practiced grace around her slender fingers, her voice as cold as steel: "Looking for trouble? Or just a death wish?" Normand's whole body tensed.
Honestly, his feelings for Mandy were a mess of love and hate.
He loved that frosty, beautiful face; hated her explosive temper and how she never hesitated to use her fists. Watching her fight was mesmerizing, but he couldn't handle it. He'd never met anyone like her-so bold, so unpredictable. Compared to all the girls who'd ever tried to please him, she was in a league of her own. Winning her over would be the ultimate thrill.
He forced a smile. "Con, Mandy, you're hilarious. I just saw you standing by the road alone and thought I'd offer you a ride. That's all." "Oh, really?" The knife spun faster, flashing cold silver in the streetlight.
Normand's scalp tingled. He shivered despite himself. "Y-yeah, really." Mandy's lips curled in a half-smile, half-sneer. "So? Not going to askto pour drinks for you tonight?"
Normand swallowed hard. He'd seen firsthand how ruthless she couldn be-no way was he going to push his luck. He had too much money, too much fun left to enjoy in life-he wasn't ready to die just yet.
Seeing the way he shrank back, nervous and terrified, Mandy's mouth d with a fleeting, icy smile.
quirked Slowly, she slid the knife back into her pocket. Normand finally let out a shaky breath. "So, uh, Mandy-where are you headed now?" She arched an eyebrow, her gaze sharp as a blade as she studied his face, weighing his words.
Finally, she spoke coolly. "Fine. Givea lift back to campus."
Normand practically tripped over himself to open the car door for her. Mandy was just about to slide imm when a a black Mercedes screeched to ahalt in front of them. The door flew open. A man jumped out, stormed over, yanked Mandy behind him, and without hesitation, punched Normand square in the face.
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