Chapter 567
Ryker froze for half a second, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
“You’re wrong!” he shot back. “kina’s not like that! You owe her an apology!”
“Apologize for what?” Hayley finally lost patience. “Do you have the strength to make me? Or the logic to convince me?”
She stood up slowly.
“If you’ve got neither, then why are you standing here talking?”
She stepped closer, her gaze cutting.
“Or are you just like her? The kind of people who think the world bends because you say so? Let me tell you something. Out: your little circle, nobody cares about your pride. Out there, it’s about strength. If you don’t have it, step aside.”
She didn’t soften a single word.
Ryker’s face went red. Humiliation burned hotter than anger.
Hayley called him useless and said his pride didn’t matter.
How could she say that? In front of everyone, no less!
“You’re dead!” he shouted, losing control.
“Stop!”
A shadow rushed in from behind him. Marvin wrapped both arms around the boy, restraining him.
“Let me go! I’m gonna kill her!” Ryker struggled as if he had lost his mind.
Teenage pride ran hot and reckless. He was determined to fight/Hayley to the death!
Hayley tilted her head, almost amused.
“Go on then,” she said coolly. “If you can’t even break free from your teacher, what are you planning to do to me?”
Marvin almost lost his grip. He wanted to yell at Hayley to stop provoking him.
Instead, he called out sharply to the students, “Don’t just stand there! Help!”
Andrew and the others rushed in. It took all of them to drag Ryker back.
Trina, of course, stayed where she was. She watched from behind the group, eyes cold
“Useless,” she muttered under her breath
Marvin finally managed to calm Ryker down enough to pull him away before leaving Marvin shot traples a long houả
This girl was trouble
Soon, it was evening Close to 6 pm
The students hnished eating
Ryker sat off to the side, still furious, but under Marvin’s steasly words in did change backor Still, he didn’t look at dh pleased
Hayley had managed, in one afternoon, to ath up nearly every emotion that to
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stepped up, she stepped harder.
Just then, she heard a familiar ringing sound. The bell in this school wasn’t an electronic chime, but something closer to the toll
of a real bell.
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