How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 6

It was clear he wasn’t going to get involved.

Winifred’s eyelashes fluttered as she said stubbornly, “I didn’t steal your money. I’m not a thief.”

This enraged Judith, who lunged forward and grabbed Winifred’s backpack.

“If you won’t admit it, we’ll just have to search you.”

Judith’s friends ganged up on her. Outnumbered, Winifred was powerless as they snatched her bag away.

With a harsh rip, all her books were dumped onto the floor.

Judith picked up a textbook and flipped through it carelessly before tossing it aside.

“We should search her too. She might have hidden it in her pockets.”

The other girls grabbed Winifred, trying to pat her down.

Winifred struggled, but she was no match for them.

As their hands started searching her, Winifred felt a profound sense of humiliation. Her face burned, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Just then, a voice cut through the room. “Hold on.”

Everyone turned to the source of the voice. It was Yvan.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and lazily rose from his seat, walking toward them.

“Let her go,” Yvan said, his eyes fixed on the girls.

They hesitated for a moment before releasing their grip.

Winifred straightened her disheveled clothes, hugging herself as she trembled, stubbornly holding back her tears.

Seeing Yvan approach, a faint blush appeared on Judith’s cheeks. “Yvan, it was Winifred. She stole my money…”

“Did you see her take it?” Yvan leaned casually against a desk. “Just because you can’t keep track of your own money, you’re blaming someone else?”

“But she was the only one in the classroom…”

“I was here too, and I didn’t see her go near your desk,” Yvan said coolly. “Besides, it’s just a hundred bucks. You think everyone cares about your hundred bucks as much as you do?”

Winifred stared at him, stunned. She never expected him to stand up for her.

Judith’s face fell.

Judith turned. “What now?”

“Apologize to Winifred.”

The girls exchanged glances, their expressions mortified.

“Hurry up,” Yvan said impatiently. “Or tomorrow I’ll tell the principal you were bullying a new transfer student.”

Judith seethed but didn’t dare say a word. She turned to Winifred and mumbled, “I’m sorry. I was wrong to accuse you.”

Seeing Judith apologize, Mary White and Page Lee followed suit. “Winifred, we’re sorry.”

Winifred bit her lip and said nothing.

“Pick up her books and put them back,” Yvan commanded.

Fuming but silent, the girls bent down and packed Winifred’s bag.

Only then did Yvan say, “Good. Now get lost.”

Their faces flushed with humiliation, Judith and her friends scurried out of the classroom.