Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: The Setup Begins

Clarissa stormed across campus, her heels hitting the pavement like gunshots. Her long red hair bounced behind her in sharp waves, and her jaw was clenched tight. Usually, she soaked in the stares she got—guys turning their heads, girls whispering. But today? She didn’t care.

She was too angry.

All because of Jasmine.

That annoying, pathetic girl had embarrassed her again, in front of everyone.

Clarissa’s friends trailed after her like nervous little shadows. None of them dared to speak—until one tried.

“Clarissa, maybe we should—”

“Leave me alone,” she snapped, eyes still straight ahead. Her voice was sharp and cold.

The girls backed off immediately. They knew better.

Clarissa took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from exploding. She hated feeling small, and she especially hated that it was Jasmine who inflicted this feeling on her. Jasmine was always supposed to be weaker, stupider, than her.

She turned off the main walkway and cut across the grass toward the parking lot. Her heels sank into the ground a little, but she didn’t care. She needed to vent. She needed to get revenge on Jasmine for her little stunt earlier.

Then she saw her.

Jasmine was standing calmly near the gate by the roadside, as though she was waiting for someone. Clarissa narrowed her eyes and hid behind a nearby pillar. What could a loser like Jasmine be waiting for?

To her surprise, a sleek black Rolls-Royce rolled up in front of Jasmine. The sunlight bounced off its shiny surface and the windows were tinted.

“What the hell?” Clarissa muttered in shock.

The driver stepped out and opened the door for Jasmine like she was some kind of princess. And Jasmine climbed in expertly, not even sparing a glance at anyone around her.

Clarissa stood there, mouth slightly open. freёwebnovel-com

That kind of car? That kind of treatment?

It didn’t make sense.

Everyone knew Jasmine’s family didn’t have money. Her dad was in jail. Her mom worked random jobs to get by. Jasmine wasn’t supposed to be riding around in luxury.

So what the hell was going on?

Clarissa stared as the car pulled away and vanished down the street. Then she turned on her heel, walking quickly back across campus, her thoughts spinning.

Whatever secret Jasmine was hiding, Clarissa was going to find it.

She couldn’t stop hearing Jasmine’s voice in her head—“Even with my father in prison, I’m still doing better than you.” Clarissa’s hands curled into fists. Her nails dug into her palms.

She was still fuming when she spotted someone leaning against a tree nearby, hoodie pulled up, phone in hand.

Nathan.

A slow smile tugged at Clarissa’s lips. Perfect.

She marched straight over. “You won’t believe what that girl just did.”

Nathan looked up from under his hoodie. “Let me guess—Jasmine?”

“Obviously Jasmine!” Clarissa snapped. “She embarrassed me. Again. Right in front of everyone.”

Nathan slid his phone into his pocket, crossing his arms. “Not surprised. She’s been acting cocky ever since those grades came out. Didn’t she beat you in two classes last semester?”

Clarissa’s jaw tightened. “She’s a nobody. I don’t care what her grades say.”

“She’s not a nobody if she’s beating you,” Nathan said. “Something’s not right. No way she’s pulling off those results on her own.”

Clarissa glanced at him. “You think she’s cheating?”

“I think she’s screwing someone for it,” he muttered. “Girls like her play innocent and helpless. Professors eat that up.”

Clarissa folded her arms, thinking. “She acts all sweet, like butter wouldn’t melt. And now that Elliot dumped her for Isabella, she’s probably crawling after the next rich guy.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow. “You said she got in some luxury car?”

Clarissa nodded. “A Rolls-Royce. I saw it myself.”

“Her family’s broke, right? Her dad’s still in jail?”

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