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Chapter 117 Lucy Makes Her Move
Lucy’s lips curled into a cold smirk. Her eyes sparkled with schemes most people couldn’t see “Arrogant? Perfect Arrogant folks are the easiest to fool, and I can do it quilt free”
Ever since she saw Camila get set up by the Jacksons, Lucy realized that relying on others was stupid. She had to get strong. Only then could she stand tall, free from being pushed around.
“Camila, just wait, Lucy vowed silently. Once I save enough, I’ll take you and Mom far from Sancho We’ll start over. With that, she turned and marched back to the dorm, her steps firm
The sharp, mean laughter from inside the dorm cut through the thin door, like poisoned needles in her ears.
“She just left. She won’t be back soon Hurry up before psycho Lucy catches us!”
“She’s just a maid’s kid, acting all high and mighty. I’ve hated her forever”
“Poor people are reckless because they got nothing to lose. She’s not even scared of dying. What can we do to her?”
“Since we can’t touch her, let’s use her toothbrush to clean the toilet
“I’ll use her towel to wipe my feet.”
“I poured toilet water in her shampoo.”
Every word was full of hate. Lucy’s eyes darkened, like a predator eyeing its prey. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile. An electric thrill ran through her–she was ready for a fight. A sharp, unyielding aura surrounded her.
Ever since rumors spread that she was some rich guy’s mistress, her name had been dragged through the mud at Sancho University of Science and Technology.
If Harry hadn’t stepped in, she’d have been kicked out. But she wasn’t gonna thank him like her mom. She wasn’t naive. She knew Harry had started it all, probably to manipulate Camila. He was such a jerk
After that, her once–nice roommates showed their true colors. Thinking they were better than her, they started bullying her
nonstop.
Lucy’s quiet nature made people think she was weak and easy to push around. But they were wrong. Inspired by Camila’s struggles, Lucy had become a fierce, vengeful “madwoman” in high school.
Anyone who bullied her would face her anger. She wasn’t afraid to use a knife and fight to the end if she had to. Leaning against the cold wall, arms crossed, Lucy waited quietly.
About ten minutes later, her toothbrush had scrubbed the toilet, her towel had wiped their feet and toilet, and her shampoo and body wash were filled with toilet water.
“That’s it. Let’s clean up and go to the cafeteria, one roommate said, followed by the sound of them tidying up.
The door hinge sound broke the hallway’s silence, making the room eerily quiet. Lucy pushed open the dorm door, a weird smile on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe. Her voice was calm but creepy. “Looks like you’re having fun.”
The three girls, with their perfect makeup, froze. Their faces turned white, and their minds went blank as they met Lucy’s half–smiling, half–threatening gaze.
Lucy stepped inside and locked the door behind her with a click. The sound made the girls‘ eyes widen in fear, fixed on her In panic.
“You… why are you back so soon?” one girl stammered, her bright lipstick trembling as she tried to explain, “We were just… cleaning for you….
Lucy burst into laughter, a sound so cold it made their necks tingle. It was like ice cracking on a winter night, sharp and
unnerving.
Her eyes glinted darkly. “You really like my stuff, If you’d told me, I’d have given it to you,” she said softly, her tone gentle but full of pressure.
The three girls looked away, their fear and confusion growing. They had no idea what Lucy was up to, but the tense air made their hearts race.
Lucy reached out, her slim fingers pointing straight at the bathroom. Her voice was as cold as ice. “Get in. I wanna watch you use my toothbrush, shampoo, body wash, and towel to clean up, inside and out.”
The girls‘ earlier cockiness was gone. “N–no, w Successfully unlocked! mered, her voice shaking.
Lucy’s smile vanished. Her face turned frosty “T
saiu Coruty, pulling out a butterfly knife. The blade
twirled in her hand, its shiny edge reflecting a chilling light that made their hearts drop.
Seeing the knife drained the color from their faces. They turned as pale as paper and started trembling uncontrollably. “P-
please don’t do anything crazy! We were wrong, okay?” one pleaded.
Chapter 117 Lucy Makes Hei Mann
Lucy toyed with the knife, her tone indifferent but full of threat. “Wrong? You think an apology’s enough? That make m look pretty weak, wouldn’t it? She paused, her voice dropping low and dangerous remember what I said two months agor
Lucy had said, “You can bully me, but I can take your lives. One life for three sounds like a good deal, right? Wanna try
The memory of her words, plus the icy feel of the knife against their backs back then, made the girls burst into tears Under Lucy’s pressure, they shuffled into the bathroom like scared lambs.
There, they used her toothbrush, shampoo, body wash, and finally, the dirty, grimy towel to clean up, completely humiliated
Lucy watched with a smile that had no warmth. “That’s better,” she said, her voice calm but chilling “Know why venomous snakes have fangs? Because some things can’t be avoided by just hiding”
Lucy sneered inwardly. Looks like I gotta go to Starry Club tonight and find that guy with the Maybach Money’s really great. Too bad I don’t have any. Guess I’ll just get it from some dirty old man. Hot like I feel bad about it?
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, making patches of light and shadow in the hallways of Mercy Hospital
Turner sped to the hospital and quickly put on a crisp white coat and a blue surgical mask that only showed his sharp eyes Without hesitating, he walked into Arthur’s room,
Arthur was lounging on the bed. When he saw a “doctor” come in, he thought it was just a regular check–up. He glanced up briefly, then went back to texting Ivanna, the hospital director, with flirty messages. A sleazy grin spread across his face. Turner stared at the disgusting man in front of him, his anger burning like wildfire. He walked up to Arthur step by step Without warning, he shoved a dirty sock, prepared earlier, into Arthur’s mouth.
Arthur’s eyes widened in shock. He instinctively reached up to pull out the sock, but before he could, Turner’s strong grip clamped down on his wrists. With a sickening crack, Turner dislocated both of Arthur’s arms.
A painful scream tore through Arthur. The searing pain almost made him pass out. His face twisted in agony
But Turner wasn’t done. He punched Arthur’s face over and over, leaving it bruised and swollen. The leg Arthur had just treated broke again under Turner’s attack. The sound of bones snapping was gross.
Arthur writhed in pain for a few moments, and then passed out. His body went limp, collapsing onto the bed like a rag doll. Finally letting out his rage, Turner felt the weight lift off his chest. He took a deep breath and turned around, only to see Michael standing at the doorway, staring at him in shock.
“You were too reckless. There are cameras in the room,” Michael said, frowning in disapproval.
Turner raised an eyebrow, a cocky smirk on his lips. “So, Dr. Walker, what’s your plan? Gonna cover for me?”
Michael glanced at Arthur, now battered and unconscious. “Get out of here. I’ll handle the cameras.”
Turner walked over and patted his shoulder. “You’re a good guy. Drinks are on me tonight.”
As night fell, Sancho lit up with city lights and a lively vibe. Turner and Michael were at Starry Club, drinking themselves silly. Tumer was pissed at the Jackson family, couldn’t sleep, and was drowning his anger in booze.
Michael, on the other hand, was filled with guilt. Memories of his mean words and actions toward Camila kept playing in his head, making him feel like a total jerk. The shame was too much, and he could only try to numb it with drinks.
No one knew how long they’d been drinking. Turner, smelling like alcohol, was still kind of awake, while Michael had passed out on the sofa, completely knocked out.
Turner stumbled toward the exit, not knowing Lucy had been watching him from a dark corner of the bar for a while. As soon as he left, Lucy’s gaze turned icy, and she walked straight over to Michael.
Lucy knew Michael well–he was Harry’s buddy and had often made fun of Camila. It made her blood boil. Without thinking. she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed, and his cheek instantly swelled
After hitting him, she let out a cold laugh and turned to follow Turner. In her mind, anyone who was friends with Michae was just as bad as Harry. To her, all these guys were losers.
Outside the bar, Lucy saw Turner loosening his tie and taking off his gold–rimmed glasses as he sat by the roadside, letting the cool night breeze hit him.
To be fair, Turner was pretty hot–refined and smart, exactly the type she liked to mess with. She walked up to him, holding out an umbrella with a shy look. Her voice was soft and cautious, like an innocent girl. “Sir, your umbrella,” she said gently
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