NovelEndChapter 250 Jeanette was ghostly pale. She'd dressed up today just to avoid being looked down on, but she never imagined it would land her in this kind of trouble.
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked at the group. "Aren't we friends?" she pleaded. "Don't you believeat all?" Playing the victim was her go-to tactic, and in the past, it always worked like a charm.
Jeanette cast her most pitiful look around, hoping to win ssympathy from the rest of the classroom.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNormally, by this point, half the class would have rushed over to comfort her. But now, even though she was putting on her best performance yet, not a single person cto her defense.
Inside, Jeanette cursed them all a hundred times over.
Someone finally spoke up, voice thick with disgust. "God, you're pathetic." The group looked at her, their eyes full of contempt as she started sniffling and playing the stired act.
A girl who'd never liked her to begin with snatched a textbook off her desk and hurled it straight at Jeanette. Her voice dripped with venom. "Cut the crap, Jeanette. Do you really think we can't see through your manipulative little games?" "Why do you think we ever sucked up to you in the first place? It's because you're the Iverson family's princess, and cozying up to you was the only way to keep our parents' businesses safe." Bitch. Every last one of them.
Jeanette's head rang from the impact. She clutched her bruised forehead, eyes flickering with hatred as she silently vowed she would never forgive these traitors.
Nicola crossed her arms, her face blank as she stared Jeanette down. "The Iverson family's bankrupt now. You're worthless to us. We don't need spenniless loser hanging around." "Get lost. From now on, you're not welcin our group. Don't let us catch you around here again, or next tit won't just be a book." Back when she was the star of Class Ten, no one would have dared talk to her like this. Jeanette's face flushed scarlet with rage, but she swallowed her pride and sank back into her seat.
For the rest of the morning, not a single classmate spoke to her. It wasn't until the end of the day, when the classroom had nearly emptied out, that a boy walked over.
Jeanette's eyes brightened with hope as he approached.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut before she could say a word, he dropped a set of keys on her desk. "Keys to my apartment." She stared at him in confusion. The next moment, he spoke again. "Jeanette, I like you. If you'll be my girlfriend, I'll give you ten grand a month." All hope vanished from Jeanette's eyes.
Her face hardened. "Get out of here," she spat. "I'm the Iverson family's heiress. Who do you think you are, throwing that kind of offer at me?" Ten grand wouldn't even pay for one of her dresses. Did he think she was sbeggar? Furious, Jeanette hurled the keys back at him without a second thought.
The boy looked stunned, anger darkening his face. "Jeanette then Iversons are broke. You really think you're still the princess everyone wants to please?" "I'm doing you a favor here. Who are you to say no to me?" She shot him a look of pure disgust. "Even with the family's money gone, you're not nearly good enough for me."
He still wouldn't give up. "You'd sleep with an old man for cash, but youn won't be my girlfriend? No matter what, I'm better than swrinkled sugar daddy."
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