Chapter 258: Chapter 258: Guard it Well
Once she finished speaking, everyone showed their agreement.
Luckily, Lucy Taylor was passing by with other people, and hearing this false speech from Tiffany Lynch, she couldn’t help but chuckle, "Everyone knows how you made it into class A. I’ve never seen someone exploit their connections to this extent."
She uttered the last sentence in a low voice, but Tiffany Lynch, who was close by, heard it clearly and felt a suffocating pain in her chest.
It was anger.
The instigators who saw Lucy Taylor decided to stay silent, considering the equally matched power of the two.
They would offend no one.
When someone provoked her, Tiffany Lynch naturally couldn’t swallow her anger and sneered, "You’re in class B, I can understand your eagerness to advance. After all, who doesn’t want to get an A?"
Being initially graded as B was something that Lucy Taylor had always resented, even till now she still held a grudge against James Landon for those comments.
If not for James Landon, she wouldn’t be below Tiffany Lynch.
Lucy Taylor turned pale with rage, while Tiffany Lynch looked complacent.
Jut when the atmosphere was tense, a sweet female voice suddenly came, "Oh, why is everyone gathering here?"
Everyone unconsciously made a way, at the end of the path was Hannah.
With her delicately applied makeup and envy-inducing fair skin, black hair, red lips, and graceful steps, she slowly approached.
Seeing Hannah, Tiffany Lynch’s face soured and her smile faded, "Oh, it’s Hannah. I heard you’ve been lingering in class D recently. Is it because you lost confidence in yourself, or did you realize that class D is a better fit for you?"
She always held her head high, lofty and superior, even when she talked.
Hannah shook her head, waving her hand, "No, don’t address me so intimately. I prefer when you arrogantly call me Miss Winter."
Tiffany Lynch froze, her expression darkening as she thought of something.
Lucy Taylor on the side, laughed out loud without any restraint.
Tiffany Lynch clenched her teeth, forcing out a cold laugh, "You lost to me in the first stage, I know you bear a grudge. But it’s better to know your own limit and not covet what doesn’t belong to you."
She was referring to three things – class A, the center stage, and George River.
But most people only got the surface meaning.
Hannah shook her head, "Miss Lynch, this is the second time, I return your words back to you." She stepped forward, the pale fingertips lightly touching Tiffany Lynch’s pink rank uniform, gently exploring it, "You better guard your lucky winnings tightly, otherwise it will be – bam – ruthlessly torn down and smashed into pieces."
Those beautiful eyes were filled with a chill.
Like a person struggling to survive in the sea, holding onto a floating piece of wood.
Maybe the Grim Reaper will ensnare you and drag you deep into the sea without even a slight slip.
Tiffany Lynch felt cold all over, subconsciously stepped back, her face turned pale, aware of the malice in Hannah’s eyes, she felt even colder, a sense of crisis arose instantly.
Regaining her senses, she watched Hannah’s retreating back, and was filled with rage at her own previous loss of composure.
The people around her were whispering, occasionally casting glances at Tiffany Lynch, some were with contempt, and some were watching the show.
The murmurs coming into her ears only made Tiffany Lynch’s headache worsen.
She clutched her chest with her hand, her anger overrode her reason, "All of you, shut up!"
