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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 326
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Chapter 319 Normand was so embarrassed, he could have curled his toes straight through the floorboards.

Forcing a fake grin, he tried to explain, "It's just a little thing couples do. You older folks wouldn't get how us young people keep the romance alive." But Kendrick and Victor weren't buying it for a second.

The impatience in that girl's voice over the phone just now had been obvious as daylight.

"What? You don't believe me?" Normand challenged, his pride stung.

Victor shot him a mischievous smirk. "If you really can get her to cover for dinner, then maybe we'll believe you. Right, Dad?" Kendrick nodded vigorously. "Your brother's got a point." At this stage in life, Kendrick was preoccupied with two things: who would inherit the family business, and when his sons would finally settle down.

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A few years back, he hadn't worried about marriage for his eldest at all. Normand had good looks and a solid background-surely half the young women in town were eager to chase after him.

Who could've guessed that in a blink, his eldest was pushing thirty and didn't even have a girlfriend in sight? His younger son had dated plenty since coming of age, but none of his girlfriends had been the kind you'd seriously bring home. Instead, he spent his days running wild with a crowd of party-hopping misfits, living it up while Kendrick lost sleep every night.

Just recently, the younger one had chwith a black eye and a gash on his head from a late-night brawl. Honestly, Kendrick would much rather see Normand going on dates with a steady girlfriend than hanging out with those good-for-nothings. Last tit was a head wound; next time, who knew? Maybe he wouldn't cback at all.

That's why, more than ever, Kendrick was desperate for Normand to find someone special.

"So, Normand, what does this girl do?" Kendrick asked, curiosity and hope blending in his voice.

Normand's face flushed. "She's a student at Cresthaven Institute of Technology." At that, Kendrick instantly warmed to the idea. Anyone who could get into Cresthaven had to be top of their class nationwide. If his son could end up with such a bright young woman, Kendrick would give his blessing without hesitation.

He beamed even brighter. "Well, as luck would have it, we're all free tonight. Why not invite her over?" Normand's expression soured. He'd love to have Mandy over-if only she'd actually agree to it. Meanwhile, across campus- Mandy stood under the shadow of the main hall, phone pressed to her ear for what felt like ages, but the other end had gone dead silent.

Already frustrated, her mood darkened further. She hung up, tucked her phone away, and strode briskly toward the cafeteria.

It was lunchtime, so the place was packed. Mandy waited in the queue for ages before finally snagging a bowl of her favorite beef noodle soup.

She found an empty spot in a quiet corner, sat down, and started to eat in peace.

She'd barely managed a few bites before she heard whispers drifting from behind her.

"Look, over there..." "Ugh, she's got no shame. Heard she was sguy's side piece-filthy." "Seriously. If it were me, I wouldn't dare show my face here ever again." "Must be nice, though. Just lie around and rake in the cash. Bet she's got it made, right?" A chorus of laughter rippled through the table.

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Mandy paused just for a split second, chopsticks hovering midair, but m quickly composed herself and kept eating, as if nothing had happened. She was used to gossip like this by now.

Just a few more months, and she and Claire would be out of this place. She couldn't care less what bitter people said behind her back.

Let them talk. Their words meant nothing to her.

But just because she ignored them didn't mean they'd let up. Soon, someone started tossing scallions, garlic, and in ginger slices at her back, splattering broth onto her hair and skin, filling the air around her with the pungent smell of onions.

Mandy set her fork down, took a steadying breath, and stood up, bowl in hand. Without aroundthout hesitation, she spun around and dumped the rest of her beef noodle soup all over the girl sitting behind her. A piercing shriek echoed through the entire cafeteria.