The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Talkative Rosalie

Chapter 100 Talkative Rosalic

The last men began shaking from the knees down.

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They had thought she was fragile, just another delicate girl who’d scream and run. Now they wished they could unsee what they just saw.

She was not fragile at all. She was a titanium alloy sledgehammer brought to life.

Cassia stepped closer, her tone calm and low. “You’re standing in my way.”

“Oh–sorry! Yeah, sorry!”

Both men scrambled aside so fast they nearly pressed themselves flat against the wall.

Cassia strolled between them like she owned the place. When she reached the end of the alley, she turned her head and looked at the girl behind them.

“You coming or not?”

“Y–yeah! I’m coming!”

Rosalie’s mind had gone blank. Cassia’s effortless strength had left her frozen.

It took a moment before she remembered to move, and then she ran after her.

“Cassia, that was insane! You were incredible!”

Her voice shook with excitement as she pressed her hands to her cheeks, her eyes bright with admiration.

Cassia gave a short, dismissive hum.

“Cassia, seriously, what do you train in? Boxing? Taekwondo? MMA?” Rosalie’s words came out fast and breathless, like she couldn’t stop herself.

Cassia didn’t answer. Rosalie thought Cassia was cool.

Rosalie was petite, barely five–foot–three, and had to half run to keep up with Cassia’s longer stride.

They stopped at the crosswalk when the red light flickered on.

“Cassia, tell me, please! What do you practice? That move was unreal!” Rosalie asked again, her

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Cassia’s brows drew together.

She liked peace and quiet. This kind of noise wasn’t annoying. It was just something she wasn’t used to.

“I don’t practice anything,” Cassia said softly.

Rosalie stared at her in disbelief, completely unconvinced, and continued to follow close behind, still overflowing with questions.

“Come on, just spill it. Look, I will sweeten the deal. If you skip class again, I will cover for you and keep it quiet.”

Cassia hesitated for a moment because the offer was tempting.

If Rosalie backed her up, then she would never lose time sitting in a room that bored her. She could walk out and handle her own plans whenever she liked.

“I already spilled it. I don’t train. I just fought enough that my body learned it.”

Rosalie stared at her in stunned silence.

The light flicked green. Cassia stepped ahead with a cool stride, and Rosalie stood frozen as her brain tried to catch up. She forgot to move until Cassia was already halfway across.

Rosalie wanted to argue, yet her instincts whispered that Cassia might be telling the truth.

She replayed everything in her mind. Cassia had a kind of beauty that drew attention like a spotlight. The streets near Zrario High were full of restless guys who acted like trouble. From what happened earlier, Cassia probably dealt with that kind of nonsense all the time.

It made perfect sense that Cassia learned to defend herself.

The thought clicked in Rosalie’s head.

Danica had spent months telling everyone that Cassia fought with gangs and chased chaos.

Rosalie watched every student in her class, and she had always paid a bit more attention to Cassia.

She did not spend much time with Cassia, but from what she observed, Cassia was quiet, sharp, and proud. She never looked like someone who stirred conflict. What Rosalie saw tonight only proved that.

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Cassia most likely fought because she got cornered. She defended herself. That was it.

Danica’s stories were nothing but trashy lies.

Rosalie’s admiration doubled.

“Wait up!” she yelled.

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She waved both hands and rushed after Cassia until she managed to walk beside her again.

It was after hours. The classroom turned calm and heavy. Pens scraped paper like tiny clicks bouncing off the walls. Everyone worked like the night might slip away from them.

Cassia felt alert because she had slept plenty during the day. She grew restless. She reached for her phone and pulled up her author dashboard, planning to write two more chapters.

She noticed a new comment pinned at the top of her page. The VIP tag made it look like the platform wanted to shove it right into the author’s sight.

Draven had wanted exactly that.

“I look forward to your next update.”

His username sat above the message. One single word. “Draven.” Clean. Elegant. Impossible to ignore.

Cassia stared at his comment with thoughtful eyes.

Did Draven know she wrote the novel? If he knew, then dropping fifteen million dollars made sense. If he did not know, then the man was tossing money around like pocket sand.

Though she could not judge him, because she lived the same way.

Still, she felt a twist of curiosity. This Draven might be the Draven she knew. Or he might be someone else. She did not know yet.

But she wanted to find out.

When the donations came in, the editor page blocked all user details, so she could not trace him.

Now things were different.

He left a comment. His profile sat right in front of her. All she had to do was tap his icon. The follow the trail. With her hacker skill, she could find his identity in minutes.