Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 995

Bianca covered her mouth with feigned shock, bursting into obnoxious laughter.

It was loud enough to draw sideways glances from the competitors in the surrounding booths.

Her lackeys immediately chimed in to stroke her ego. "I knew it! The Hope Initiative? More like The Despair Squad."

"Serena liked to put on a good show back on campus, but look at her now. She's nothing but a Cowardly Turtle."

"Hahaha, that Cowardly Turtle probably realized she was about to humiliate herself and bolted with her tail between her legs."

"I told you all. A country bumpkin who had to bribe her way into Marington College couldn't possibly possess any real talent. Faking it at school is one thing, but stepping onto a stage filled with actual elite minds? She knew her cover was blown and was too terrified to show her face."

Buoyed by her teammates' chorus of insults, Bianca's mocking smile widened.

"Some people are just born at the bottom of the food chain, and they have no right to stand in this arena."

"It perfectly illustrates the difference between the elite and mindless insects."

Caleb's hands, resting on his knees, curled into fists so tight his knuckles turned a harsh white.

He jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Bianca. "You know exactly why our captain and Lydia aren't here yet, don't you?"

"Bianca, is your heart completely black? How... how can you stand there and mock them after the despicable things you've orchestrated?!"

The veins in his forehead bulged, his entire body trembling with suppressed fury. "Don't think the Doyle family can just play God with people's lives! I swear to you... if anything happens to them, I will gladly trade my life to make your family pay!"

Caleb's voice was hoarse, thick with absolute rage.

His furious accusation rang out across the floor.

It was loud.

It drew a wave of suspicious stares toward Bianca from the neighboring teams.

Was it possible...

Then she leaned in closer to Caleb, her eyes glinting with malice as she dropped her voice into a vicious whisper. "And even if they actually died out there, they're just bottom-feeders. Who would even care?"

"Instead of worrying about them, you should be worrying about yourselves. With only three of you... it's a miracle if you survive the first round of this match."

"You!"

Her arrogant, dismissive tone sent the blood rushing straight to Caleb's head.

He clenched his fists so hard his joints cracked audibly.

"Caleb, stop!"

Vanessa lunged forward, grabbing his arm and yanking him back. "Don't do it!"

"We're in the middle of the arena. There are cameras and judges everywhere!"

She hissed, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "Pre-match fighting means instant disqualification. They came over here specifically to provoke you into throwing a punch so we'd forfeit!"