Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 146

This is all Margaret's fault!

She almost gets Clara killed!

The guys glared at Margaret fiercely, their tall, burly frames surrounding her.

There were seven of them—known as Clara's Seven Knights in the fan club!

They all came from wealthy, powerful families. Hiding behind the excuse of protecting Clara, they ran amok, getting away with all sorts of messed-up shit.

At that moment, Margaret's pretty face showed no sign of panic. She just stared at them calmly.

A painful memory from the original owner popped into her head, making her gaze colder than usual.

The guys got annoyed when they saw Margaret wasn't the least bit scared.

Normally, any girl trapped by them would be sobbing and begging for mercy in no time.

The leader stepped forward, roaring, "Margaret, you vicious bitch! You made our goddess a laughingstock! We're gonna ruin your reputation too—make you never able to hold your head up in Karemin again!"

Margaret cracked an amused smile, asking curiously, "Oh yeah? Then tell me—how exactly are you gonna ruin my reputation?"

"Haha... We're gonna take some 'photos' of you, then post 'em online for everyone to see..." the guy said excitedly, his eyes lingering on Margaret's curvy waist with a disgusting glint.

"You deserve it! Why'd you have to frame Clara like that? She's so kind. What'd she ever do to you?"

Faced with this, Margaret suddenly looked terrified, her voice all soft and coquettish. "Oh no, I'm so scared... Don't frighten me."

When they saw her looking so seductive and charming, the guys couldn't help but stare, wide-eyed!

Margaret is drop-dead gorgeous!

Like a temptress!

Seeing that she'd finally gotten scared, the guys grinned triumphantly. "Margaret! We changed our minds. If you become all our girlfriends, we'll let you off the hook."

The guy's heart raced as he spoke!

Margaret is a total bombshell!

We can hook up with her first, then take the photos later. Same difference.

"But she was beautiful and sunny. Even though she was poor, she worked her ass off and got into this school with excellent grades.

"One day, Monica accidentally saw a girl named Margaret being bullied. She got mad—her sense of justice made her step in to stop it.

"Because of that, the scumbags calling themselves the Seven Knights held a grudge against her.

"It was a Sunday, pouring rain. Monica was walking home alone in the downpour.

"But when she passed an empty woods, those seven beasts grabbed her. They assaulted her sexually, then used their family connections to threaten her—if she dared tell anyone, they'd kill her entire family.

"Monica was terrified, but she didn't dare speak up. The trauma drove her to despair, and she chose to jump off a building and kill herself.

"Monica never would've thought that her sense of justice, her decision to help a stranger—her kindness—would cut her 18-year-old life short just like that."

After finishing the story, Margaret's expression was still calm, her eyes showing no emotion—as if she'd just told a story that had nothing to do with her.

Then she turned her gaze to the guys, who were now completely dumbfounded. A bloodthirsty smirk tugged at her lips.

"So tell me... How do you think those seven bastards in the story should die? Something fun, right?"