The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 166

Most of the students present were perfectly average. Like Candace, they dreamed of clawing their way into Apex Academy. Accepting their own mediocrity was painful, but laughing at someone else's failure was easy. In the chorus of their own mockery, they had found someone who seemed lower on the ladder, giving them a fleeting illusion of superiority. By fixating on Candace's five failures, the terrifying prospect of their own failure suddenly felt less devastating.

And the reality was, any one of them could be the next Candace.

Seeing the rigid, guilty expressions on their faces, Rebecca knew she had struck a nerve. But she didn't stop. She drove the blade deeper.

“Maybe you managed to reach the same milestone in one or two tries that took Candace five. So what? Does that tiny gap in progress really justify this pathetic superiority complex of yours?”

The crowd was stunned into silence.

The boy's face was burning, but he stubbornly dug his heels in. “What's wrong with that? The real world is survival of the fittest!”

Rebecca's lips curved into a freezing smile, the oppressive aura around her intensifying until it felt like a physical weight pressing down on them.

“Survival of the fittest? If that's the case, what gives you the right to come after me? When you were busy spinning vile theories about my connection with Wade Lane, did you feel any shame at all? Do you have any idea who Wade is? His contributions to this country dwarf anything you could achieve in multiple lifetimes. If I managed to get him to bend the rules to recruit me into Apex Academy, do you honestly think it was because of a pretty face? If looks were all it took, none of you would ever have a chance in any university in Harrisburg.”

The color drained from the students' faces. Her words were sharp and merciless, but the logic was undeniably flawless. If beauty could truly buy that kind of privilege, the academic world would have no place for ordinary people. Clinging to toxic rumors didn't make them better musicians or scholars; it only dragged them deeper into their own jealousy.

Candace and Edna were completely blindsided by the apologies. They awkwardly waved their hands, insisting it was fine. Misunderstandings happened. There was no need to hold a grudge.

However, not everyone apologized. A good chunk of the crowd still harbored deep resentment, glaring at Rebecca, Candace, and Edna, eagerly waiting for them to crash and burn. Others were too humiliated to speak, stubbornly looking the other way.

Sitting nearby, Magee had watched the entire confrontation unfold. At first, he thought Rebecca was just unnecessarily escalating the conflict. But after hearing her fierce, articulate defense, he was forced into deep reflection. Forget the rest of the students—even he, the so-called campus genius, had let prejudice blind him, assuming she was unworthy of his great-uncle's attention.

It was only now that Magee fully realized Rebecca was far more dangerous than she appeared.