The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 943

"Claire!"

Priscilla called out as they stepped outside.

"What's up?" Claire glanced back.

"You aren't genuinely upset about what they said, are you?"

"They were just joking around. They didn't mean anything by it." Priscilla hadn't known her new roommates for long.

But they hadn't fought yet, so she figured they were decent people.

Since she already knew Claire, she wanted to play peacemaker.

It was a well-meaning gesture, not inherently wrong.

Claire didn't want to make things difficult for her. "I'm not mad, but I genuinely dislike those kinds of jokes. They just cause unnecessary drama and misunderstandings."

Priscilla thought Claire was overreacting. "I doubt it. Ethan doesn't seem like the sensitive type."

Claire mentally scoffed. Words have consequences. How do you know someone in that crowd didn't take it seriously?

She just stared silently until Priscilla finally cracked under the pressure. Pressing her palms together in a pleading gesture, Priscilla sighed. "I get it. I'll definitely remind them next time."

Claire shot her a weird look. "I already told you, it's not your problem."

If they ran their mouths again, Claire knew exactly how to put them in their place.

Claire had never been one to mess with, and seeing the look in her eyes, Priscilla knew someone was going to get burned.

But there was nothing she could do. Her roommates had started it.

Tabitha was loud and careless, Lily was a bit too clever for her own good, and while Macy was more grounded, Priscilla didn't know her well enough to intervene.

She would just wait and see. If they could be friends, great. If not, she certainly wasn't going to get on Claire's bad side.

Priscilla felt an inexplicable fear of Claire, firmly believing that crossing her would end in absolute disaster.

After the ten-minute lunch, the squad assembled.

Unsurprisingly, some hadn't finished, while others were still chewing their food.

Still, their time management wasn't terrible, and almost everyone made it back.

The two students who showed up late were immediately ordered to stand at attention.

"Ten minutes was a luxury. If it were us, the punishment would be at least half an hour of standing."

Yeah, right!

The other girls saw she had it down, but no one dared ask her for help.

The gap between regular mortals and the academic star felt just a little too wide.

Priscilla, however, stepped right up and asked Claire how to do it.

Claire walked her through it, step by step.

Priscilla learned quickly. Coming from a family of surgeons, her dexterity had been honed since childhood.

She had always wanted to be a surgeon herself, so mastering the precise folds was a piece of cake.

Seeing Priscilla succeed finally gave the others the courage to ask Claire for pointers.

Claire treated them all equally and taught anyone who asked.

The only exceptions were Priscilla's three roommates, who went to Priscilla for help instead.

Tabitha and Lily couldn't get the hang of it no matter how hard they tried and even tried to convince Priscilla to fold it for them.

Priscilla just told them to keep practicing.

She wasn't about to volunteer to do their chores. Once you opened that door, people assumed you were at their beck and call for everything.