NovelGoldChapter 321 Mandy shot him a cold, mocking smile. "As long as you understand, I'll leave the rest for you to clean up." The principal kept a wide, ingratiating grin plastered on his face until Mandy, the walking disaster, finally left his office. Only then did his expression collapse into gloom.
If he'd known she'd be this much trouble, he never would've taken Ethan's hush money back then, let alone try to fire Mandy for so-called "personal conduct" issues. Who could have predicted that Ethan would change his mind and say there was no need to fire her? But ever since then, Mandy had latched onto him like a parasite that simply wouldn't let go.
Somehow, she'd managed to dig up every sordid detail about his affair with a student. From that moment on, she held all the cards.
Anythe dared go against her wishes, she'd dangle that secret over his head, threatening to expose him. He regretted his choices every single day.
Sure enough, less than half an hour after Mandy left, a group cstorming into his office complaining that she'd gotten into a fight in the cafeteria.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe principal stared at the three girls, disheveled and on the verge of tears, and his already foul mood turned even worse. He slammed his hand on the desk, unleashing a furious tirade. Spittle flew with every word, as if he might drown them with his anger alone.
The girls stood frozen in shock, faces flushed with humiliation, tears brimming in their eyes. How could this be happening? They were the ones who'd been attacked-so why were they the ones getting chewed out? Mandy stalked out of the school, everyone and everything grating on her nerves. She needed air-space to breathe.
Just as she stepped outside, a sleek motorcycle screeched to a halt in front of her.
The man astride it was dressed head-to-toe in black riding gear, long legs straddling the pavement, exuding a rugged charisma. He pulled off his helmet, running a hand through tousled hair, and flashed a roguish, devil- may-care grin. "Mandy!" It was Normand.
She regarded him coolly. "What do you want?" Normand had originally planned to bring Mandy home, just like his father had asked. But halfway there, a friend called, inviting him to a street race and made sure to mention that Scarlet Monroe would be there.
Scarlet was the ex-girlfriend who'd dumped him not long ago.
It wasn't that Normand had been head over heels for Scarlet; but getting dumped by a woman had bruised his ego in a way he just couldn't let go. He'd drowned his frustration in booze and taken it out on Mandy in a drunken rant.
Now, he saw an opportunity. Maybe if he showed up with Mandy-someone beautiful, unpredictable—it would rattle Scarlet, and he'd get a little of his pride back.
He told Mandy about the race.
She couldn't have looked less interested. "Not my thing," she said, and turned to leave.
Normand scrambled. "Mandy, what would it take for you to cwith me?" She paused.
"Money." She couldn't touch the million from before. She needed to make cash sother way-and if there was one thing Normand had in abundance, it was money.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNormand brightened immediately. "How much are we talking?" "How much are you offering?" He grinned, eyes glinting. "Depends on how convincing you are. If you agree to be my girlfriend for the night, how about ten grand?" Ten thousand dollars for one night? Now that was an offer she couldn't pass up. She agreed without a moment's hesitation.
Mandy took the helmet he handed her, settled it firmly on her head, and swung onto the back of the bike. Her arms slipped naturally around his waist.
Normand glanced down, a slow smile spreading across his face as he felt her arms around him. He couldn't hide his satisfaction.
"Hold on tight, Mandy." With a twist of the throttle, the motorcycle roared to life, a deep, powerful growl, and shot off toward Eastborough.
The stretch of highway outside Eastborough was nearly deserted these days, thanks to newconstruction projects. The empty, smooth tarmac was perfect for racing-almost as if it had been made for it.
By the tNormand and Mandy arrived, a crowd had already gathered at the starting line it was almost all men, except for one striking young woman in her twenties.
She stood out in a white dress, long dark hair cascading down her back, makeup barely there. She radiated an innocent, delicate beauty-like a lily in a field of thorns. The moment Mandy saw her, she felt a surge of revulsion. It wasn't the girl's fault, really, but her looks and demeanor were uncannily similar to Vanessa's.
That innocent, sweet appearance-hiding a heart cold as ice. Someone who'd done terrible things and left Claire broken.
Women like that? Mandy had never had any patience for them, not even a shred.
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