The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 158

Just as panic began to bubble in Paulina's chest, Rebecca spoke, casually dropping an iconic, arrogant line.

"If apologies worked, what would we need cops for?"

Predictably, the crowd erupted in outrage.

"He offered to apologize, what more do you want?"

"Exactly! A newbie who's only been here a couple weeks thinks she can step all over Paulina? Does she really think knowing the president makes her the boss of Vantage Point?"

"She's the one who was completely out of line to begin with, and now that Paulina even offered Chase's apology, she's acting all high and mighty! Have you no shame?"

"How long are we going to have to deal with this piece of trash?"

The crowd worked themselves into a frenzy, tossing out increasingly vulgar insults.

Hearing their anger, a gleam of triumph spread in Paulina's eyes.

"Are you done yet?" Neely roared, his voice thick with fury.

He was naturally tall and built like a tank. When his lethal glare swept over the crowd, everyone felt a heavy, suffocating pressure bear down on them, as if they were being physically crushed.

The courtyard fell dead silent once more.

Neely stood firmly in front of Rebecca, shielding her entirely. "Did my words just go in one ear and out the other? I said it was Rebecca's choice! Who the hell told you to interrupt?"

The loudmouths from seconds ago snapped their jaws shut.

Watching Neely defend Rebecca so intensely, Paulina was so pissed she nearly bit through her own lip.

A heartbeat later, she looked up, shooting him a pitiful, wounded look.

"Neely, you saw it yourself. Rebecca refused to accept Chase's apology. She..."

"If Rebecca doesn't accept his apology, then she doesn't accept it. You call yourself her sister—are you seriously going to force her to?" Neely cut her off, his tone noticeably colder.

Paulina's face darkened drastically. She lowered her thick lashes and said nothing more.

Chase was seething with defiance, but with Neely backing that bitch, he didn't dare do anything reckless. "Rebecca, what the hell do you want?"

Seeing his pathetic, cowering state, Rebecca's beautiful lips curled into a smile.

The punk who had been acting so arrogant just a second ago was now clutching his chin with both hands, staring at Rebecca in unadulterated fear as he stumbled back.

The color drained from the faces of the crowd. It was as if they could feel the phantom pain of a dislocated jaw themselves, and none of them dared to breathe too loudly.

Rebecca withdrew her hand with smooth, calculated grace. "An apology is completely useless to me. Rather than playing word games, I prefer taking actual action."

She let her gaze fall lazily back onto Chase.

"If you want to be someone's dog, that's your business. But when you're in front of me, learn to control your barking. Otherwise, it won't just be a simple dislocation next time."

Neely hadn't expected Rebecca to make a move, nor had he anticipated she'd be that lightning-fast.

Watching her walk forward with her head held high, the students who had previously blocked her path frantically scrambled out of her way.

Neely couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle, quickly following after her.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to hurl a final warning at the crowd.

"You all heard her! Next time you think about starting trouble, you better weigh the consequences first!"