Chapter 3

Rebecca Foster's eyes rolled, and she suddenly became excited.

"Mr. Thorne, I have an idea! Let's call a school-wide assembly and make this little vixen apologize in front of everyone! Make an example of her so all those girls with improper thoughts can see!"

Zachary Thorne hesitated.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Rebecca Foster's voice was shrill.

"My son ranked first in the entire city exam. He's our school's star student! If we don't deal with this kind of vixen, anyone will be able to seduce him in the future!"

Zachary Thorne nodded and was about to speak when Rebecca Foster reached out to grab my hair.

I seized her wrist in one motion and twisted hard.

She cried out in pain, her face going pale.

"I can walk on my own."

I released her hand and looked at her calmly.

Rebecca Foster clutched her wrist.

I stared her down until she retreated half a step, swallowing back the curses that had been on her lips.

She hadn't expected me to fight back, much less expected my strength.

In the hallway, she walked ahead of me, constantly turning back to glare, her mouth far from clean.

"Shameless thing, little vixen, born cheap!"

I stopped walking.

She stopped too, watching me warily.

"Watch your mouth."

My voice wasn't loud, but she was scared enough to retreat half a step, her lips trembling twice, ultimately not daring to curse again.

Zachary Thorne urged from behind.

"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone's waiting at the field."

On the field, over two thousand students were already lined up by class.

A sea of people, all whispering among themselves.

Rebecca Foster pushed me onto the stage, using vicious force, trying to make me stumble, but I stood firmly without even swaying.

Disappointment flashed across her face.

Zachary Thorne walked to the microphone and cleared his throat.

"Today, we're holding an emergency school-wide assembly!"

The field fell quiet.

"This girl!" He pointed at my nose. "Seduced our school's top student, Ethan Carter, in the cafeteria!"

The crowd below instantly erupted, students whispering to each other.

Rebecca Foster snatched the microphone.

"Ethan Carter is my son, ranked first in the entire city! He's our school's pride! He's Ivy League material!"

She turned to me, her finger nearly poking my face.

"There have been several little vixens like this before. They just want to ruin my son! Ruin the school's hope! What are they? Do they even deserve to talk to my son?"

Zachary Thorne took the microphone, his tone softening, putting on a magnanimous appearance.

"If you apologize publicly and write a guarantee letter, and if your attitude is good, I can consider not expelling you."

Looking at his hypocritical face, I couldn't help but laugh.

"You haven't even figured out who I am, and you dare demand an apology?"

Rebecca Foster exploded.

"Who are you? Who could you be? You're just a shameless little slut!"

She got angrier and rushed forward to slap me.

I dodged sideways.

Her slap missed, her center of gravity unstable, she staggered two steps and nearly tumbled headfirst off the stage.

Laughter erupted from below.

Rebecca Foster's face turned crimson.