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Serena glared at Yvonne, dripping with sarcasm. Always itching for a fight and running your filthy mouth Don’t you think you deserve a slap? Next time, before reaching out your claws, know exactly who you’re dealing with.”
Yvonne was furious with laughter. Who does she think she is?
‘Some kind of spoiled rich girl?
“You bitch, who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you can hit me? What right do you have? You’re just a broke, powerless orphan…” Yvonne snapped back.
“So what if I’m an orphan? Have I ever taken anything from you? Yvonne. if you dare touch me again, your hands will be useless for good, Serena said, her voice cool and dismissive.
Yvonne clenched her fists, glaring at Serena with burning hatred. Her eyes shook with anger, rimme red. “Why is it always me who loses? she thought
“You wanna die?” Yvonne snapped, lunging at Serena, ready to throw another punch.
Serena didn’t hesitate: she kicked out at Yvonne.
Yvonne barely had time to regain her balance before Serena’s kick knocked her flat, arms and legs flailing as she crashed to the floor, looking completely pathetic.
“Ah… my back, my back!” Yvonne writhed in agony on the ground, her whole body twisted up, looking utterly pitiful.
Serena stomped down hard on her hand.
“Ah!” Excruciating pain shot through Yvonne’s fingers, her eyes wide with fear as she stared up at Serena
Let go of my hand! Do you know how valuable these hands are? Made for the piano, which you’ve probably never seen, growing up in an orphanage. Let go, right now!” Yvonne screamed.
Tomorrow was the big piano competition.
She couldn’t risk her hands getting hurt.
“Stella, Dylan called out, striding over from a short distance away.
Thinking about the piano competition tomorrow, Dylan knew he had to let Yvonne go this time.
“Stella, let her off just this once, okay? You know how she is, so there’s no need to stoop to her level,” Dylan said.
Serena gave him a cold, deadpan stare.
‘Is he here to stick up for Yvonne, too?‘ she wondered.
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Serena gave a lazy, mocking smile. “Dylan, you really want to protect her?”
Dylan pressed his lips together; he couldn’t explain it now; he would explain it tomorrow.
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“Piano? You think you deserve that? Spent a year abroad just to show off, and now you act like some fancy overseas returnee, better than everyone else? With those pathetic piano skills, you’re just making a fool of yourself,” Serena scoffed.
“I know you’ve got that piano competition tomorrow, so I’ll leave your hands alone. I want to see if you’re really as good as you brag, let’s see if you can actually take first place,” Serena mocked.
“Are you really as elegant as you say you are?” Serena taunted.
Serena let go of her hand.
Yvonne panted like a dog, gasping in pain.
Serena gave her a frosty, ruthless glare. “Yvonne, tomorrow you have to take first place, no excuses. If you fail, I’ll ruin those hands myself. That’s what you get for laying a hand on me.”
Lyra stormed over and stood in front of Serena, her tone respectful but seething with anger. “Miss, I failed to protect you. Let me cripple her hands right now.”
Serena shot her a cold, indifferent glance. Lyra had been too far away to intervene. “No need. If she doesn’t win first place in the piano competition tomorrow, you’ll cripple her hands yourself.”
Yvonne was stunned for a second, a cold shiver creeping up her back; she couldn’t shake the feeling that Serena was dead serious.
“Serena… who do you think you are? You think you can just destroy me whenever you feel like it?” Yvonne
shot back.
Serena’s lips curled into a smile, but the chill in her presence made everyone around feel a cold sweat down their spines.
Her tone was cold and detached. “That’s right. If I want to ruin you, I will. Think your hands are more precious than mine? Then take first place. If you don’t, the moment you leave that hall, your hands are finished”
With that, Serena flashed Spencer a warm smile. “Spencer, thanks for dinner tonight. I’m off
Spencer’s eyes lingered on her, a little shaken by the vibe she’d just given off “Sure, we’ll hang out another
time.”
Who exactly is she? Spencer wondered.
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Serena gave a lazy, mocking smile. “Dylan, you really want to protect her?”
Dylan pressed his lips together; he couldn’t explain it now; he would explain it tomorrow.
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“Piano? You think you deserve that? Spent a year abroad just to show off, and now you act like some fancy overseas returnee, better than everyone else? With those pathetic piano skills, you’re just making a fool of yourself,” Serena scoffed.
“I know you’ve got that piano competition tomorrow, so I’ll leave your hands alone. I want to see if you’re really as good as you brag, let’s see if you can actually take first place,” Serena mocked.
“Are you really as elegant as you say you are?” Serena taunted.
Serena let go of her hand.
Yvonne panted like a dog, gasping in pain.
Serena gave her a frosty, ruthless glare. “Yvonne, tomorrow you have to take first place, no excuses. If you fail, I’ll ruin those hands myself. That’s what you get for laying a hand on me.”
Lyra stormed over and stood in front of Serena, her tone respectful but seething with anger. “Miss, I failed to protect you. Let me cripple her hands right now.”
Serena shot her a cold, indifferent glance. Lyra had been too far away to intervene. “No need. If she doesn’t win first place in the piano competition tomorrow, you’ll cripple her hands yourself.”
Yvonne was stunned for a second, a cold shiver creeping up her back; she couldn’t shake the feeling that Serena was dead serious.
“Serena… who do you think you are? You think you can just destroy me whenever you feel like it?” Yvonne
shot back.
Serena’s lips curled into a smile, but the chill in her presence made everyone around feel a cold sweat down their spines.
Her tone was cold and detached. “That’s right. If I want to ruin you, I will. Think your hands are more precious than mine? Then take first place. If you don’t, the moment you leave that hall, your hands are finished.
With that, Serena flashed Spencer a warm smile. “Spencer, thanks for dinner tonight. I’m off”
Spencer’s eyes lingered on her, a little shaken by the vibe she’d just given off. “Sure, we’ll hang out another
time.”
‘Who exactly is she?‘ Spencer wondered.
18:23 Thu, Apr 2
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Serena gave a lazy, mocking smile. “Dylan, you really want to protect her?”
Dylan pressed his lips together; he couldn’t explain it now; he would explain it tomorrow.
77
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“Piano? You think you deserve that? Spent a year abroad just to show off, and now you act like some fancy overseas returnee, better than everyone else? With those pathetic piano skills, you’re just making a fool of yourself,” Serena scoffed.
“I know you’ve got that piano competition tomorrow, so I’ll leave your hands alone. I want to see if you’re really as good as you brag, let’s see if you can actually take first place,” Serena mocked.
“Are you really as elegant as you say you are?” Serena taunted.
Serena let go of her hand.
Yvonne panted like a dog, gasping in pain.
Serena gave her a frosty, ruthless glare. “Yvonne, tomorrow you have to take first place, no excuses. If you fail, I’ll ruin those hands myself. That’s what you get for laying a hand on me.”
Lyra stormed over and stood in front of Serena, her tone respectful but seething with anger. “Miss, I failed to protect you. Let me cripple her hands right now.”
Serena shot her a cold, indifferent glance. Lyra had been too far away to intervene. “No need. If she doesn’t win first place in the piano competition tomorrow, you’ll cripple her hands yourself.”
Yvonne was stunned for a second, a cold shiver creeping up her back; she couldn’t shake the feeling that Serena was dead serious.
“Serena… who do you think you are? You think you can just destroy me whenever you feel like it?” Yvo
shot back.
Serena’s lips curled into a smile, but the chill in her presence made everyone around feel a cold sweat dow their spines.
Her tone was cold and detached. “That’s right. If I want to ruin you, I will. Think your hands are more precious than mine? Then take first place. If you don’t, the moment you leave that hall, your hands are finished
With that, Serena flashed Spencer a warm smile. “Spencer, thanks for dinner tonight. I’m off.”
Spencer’s eyes lingered on her, a little shaken by the vibe she’d just given off. “Sure, we’ll hang out another
time.”
‘Who exactly is she?‘ Spencer wondered.
18:24 Thu, Apr 2
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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