Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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“Who says this seat is reserved for Yvette?” Alice said dismissively, her tone dripping with arrogance. “I’m sitting here now. What of it?”

Aware of Yvette’s obsession with cleanliness from the previous day, Alice deliberately took Yvette’s seat to cause her trouble.

“Why you-”

Madison was so enraged she couldn’t find the words to express herself, while the other classmates looked at Alice with disapproval but felt powerless to intervene.

Alice’s arrogance only grew at the sight of their reaction. She looked down at them with a smirk and left a large footprint on the chair.

“I’m not just sitting here. I’m going to stomp all over it! What can any of you do about it?”

This bunch of fools always sided with Yvette. Today, Alice was determined to show them who really had the power in this class!

“Alice, you’re going too far!” Madison finally snapped. “Yvie won’t let you off when she arrives!”

Alice sneered disdainfully. “Who cares about her? I’m not going to grovel to Yvette like the rest of you!” She was the heiress of the Robertson family, while Yvette was just a pauper. Yvette should be flattering her, not the other way around!

“This seat is mine to sit or step on as I please, and no one can stop me!”

Alice stomped heavily on the desk and chair as she spoke, dirtying them with her footprints. Her provocative attitude was clearly intended to challenge Yvette.

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Yvette strode in with her long, fair legs. Her face was a mask of icy indifference, yet she radiated an unsettling air of authority.

“Yvie, you’re finally here!”

The moment Yvette appeared, Madison and the other classmates hurried over to her as if they had found their saving grace.

“Yvie, she’s made the seat we cleaned dirty again!”

“Yes, Yvie, we already told her this was your seat, but she wouldn’t listen!”

Yvette’s gaze grew even colder. She had a strong aversion to others touching her things, especially when done intentionally, as Alice had.

Alice felt an inexplicable chill run from her feet to the top of her head under Yvette’s piercing stare, and a deep sense of fear arose in her heart.

Was she actually intimidated by Yvette?

When she regained her composure, Alice’s expression turned sour. If word got out that the heiress of the Robertson family was scared by a poor woman, it would be extremely humiliating.

“What are you staring at?” Alice fought to mask her fear, assuming the lofty attitude of an heiress. “Listen up, everyone. I’m the heiress of the Robertson family, and if you offend me-”

Before she could finish, her words were abruptly interrupted by a cold, dazzling voice. “Clean the seat

you’ve dirtied.”

Yvette’s calm demeanor only fueled Alice’s irritation. “Why should I listen to you? I’m not cleaning it. What can you do about it?”

Defiantly, Alice planted her foot on the seat, her tone dripping with arrogance. “Not only will I not clean it, but I’m going to keep stepping on it!”

Fed up with the pointless confrontation, Yvette kicked the desk with an emotionless expression. With a loud crash, the desk collided heavily with Alice.

“Ouch!” The iron desk struck with painful force, causing Alice to cry out in agony as her face turned pale.

Yvette looked down at Alice, who was sprawling on the floor, looking completely disheveled. Her voice was icy, with a dangerous edge.

“Touch my things again, and I’ll make sure both you and this desk vanish from Jubilife University.”

Who did she think she was, thinking she could make someone disappear from Jubilife University just like that?

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