The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 152

"As the supposedly brightest students in the top academy of Vantage Point, you can't even handle a single exam without whining. You blame others for working harder than you, and you don't think that's pathetic? What gives you the right to stay in Class A?"

The crowd was instantly enraged.

"What did you just say? Who's pathetic!"

"You're saying we don't deserve to be in Class A? Then who does? You? Or that mob outside?"

"Get your facts straight. If it weren't for Paulina, you wouldn't even know which direction the gates of Vantage Point faced, let alone get in! We're not like you. We earned our way here. What right does a nepotism case like you have to judge us?"

"Yeah, take a good look in the mirror!"

Seeing Rebecca spark public outrage, a satisfied smile danced in Paulina's eyes.

With only this much capability, she actually thought she could compete? How delusional!

"Don't be mad, everyone. Rebecca didn't mean it like that. She just desperately wants your approval, so she came off a bit aggressive. Please don't blame her," she chimed in at the perfect moment.

Seeing her still defending Rebecca, the crowd's hearts ached for her.

"Paulina, stop standing up for her. We all know exactly what kind of person she is."

"Exactly. You treat her well, but she doesn't appreciate it at all."

"Who cares? The exam is about to start. Let's see how long she can keep up this act!"

"Right. So what if she has a sharp tongue? Her head is completely empty. She'll get kicked out of Vantage Point anyway."

Hearing this, Paulina lowered her head and stayed silent.

"If you lack the skill but still try to start a fight, you deserve to get taught a lesson."

"Rebecca!" Felice was in agony, and hearing Rebecca mock her sent her over the edge. She lunged forward again.

Rebecca didn't flinch. She simply offered a quiet warning. "Think carefully. If you try that again, it won't just be a little bump."

Felice suddenly remembered how Rebecca had beaten someone to a pulp in the cafeteria. She froze mid-step.

"What's going on? The exam is about to start. Why aren't you in your seats? What are you doing standing around Rebecca's desk?" The Dean walked in, carrying a sealed kraft paper envelope. Seeing the tense atmosphere, he immediately questioned them.

"Dean Ablitt, why are you proctoring this time?" Felice asked in surprise, momentarily forgetting her pain.

Usually, it was Lily or another teacher. Why was the Dean personally proctoring the exam today?