Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Now pick up the mess you made

An egg smashed directly against Ivy’s shoulder.

The liquid instantly stained her outfit.

For a brief second, complete silence followed.

Ivy stood frozen in shock.

Meanwhile, the girls immediately started yelling over each other.

"How dare you get close to Kevin!"

"You’re not good enough for him!"

"She’s definitely using him for fame!"

"Stay away from Kevin!"

Lola’s expression changed instantly.

"Are you all insane?!" she shouted furiously before immediately stepping in front of Ivy protectively.

Sal’s face darkened dangerously.

"What the hell is wrong with you people?" he snapped.

But the girls only became louder.

One of them raised her phone while glaring at Ivy.

"You think you can become famous just because you did one shoot with him?"

Another girl scoffed hatefully.

"She probably planned this entire thing to get attention."

Meanwhile, Ivy remained completely still.

The cold egg slowly dripped down her sleeve while the hateful voices around her echoed loudly.

For the first time since entering the modeling industry...

She was finally experiencing just how cruel people could become over someone they didn’t even know.

"I’m going to take legal action against all of you!" Lola snapped furiously as she shielded Ivy with her body and tried pushing her toward the car.

But when Ivy didn’t move even an inch, Lola’s eyes widened.

"Girl, what are you doing?" she whispered urgently. "We need to leave right now."

Her heart was already pounding from panic.

Lola felt guilty for not warning Ivy properly about Kevin’s fans waiting outside the studio. She had originally planned for them to leave quietly through another exit to avoid attention altogether.

But clearly, things had gone wrong.

"Ivy," Sal quickly added, stepping closer, "Lola’s right. Let’s get out of here before this gets worse."

The girls surrounding them were clearly irrational.

And Sal could already tell they weren’t going to stop with just insults.

Ivy silently looked at the screaming crowd before finally seeming ready to leave.

But suddenly—

Splaat!

Another egg flew toward them.

This time, it hit Lola directly in the hair.

"Damn it!"

Lola groaned in frustration as egg yolk slowly dripped down the side of her face.

Meanwhile, the girls burst into laughter.

Their mocking voices instantly filled the area.

"You think you can just leave?"

"We’re not done yet!"

"We’ll show you your place!"

One of the girls aggressively stepped forward while pulling out two more eggs from her bag.

Her eyes locked directly on Ivy.

She raised her hand, preparing to throw them again—

But before she could—

Thwack!

Something suddenly hit her wrist.

"Ah!"

The girl cried out in pain as the eggs slipped from her hand and shattered onto the ground instead.

Everyone froze.

Even the girls standing beside her stared in shock.

On the ground nearby lay a sandal.

Ivy’s sandal.

Slowly, all eyes turned toward her.

Ivy stood there calmly with one shoe missing, her expression unreadable.

But the coldness in her eyes instantly made the laughter around her die down.

The atmosphere shifted completely.

"You know what I hate the most?" Ivy asked quietly.

Her calm tone somehow sounded more frightening than yelling.

The girl who got hit instinctively stepped backward.

But Ivy slowly walked toward her anyway.

Each step made the girl visibly more nervous.

"You..." the girl stammered weakly.

Ivy stopped directly in front of her.

Then suddenly, she grabbed the girl’s shoulder firmly.

The girl immediately winced.

"Kids," Ivy said softly, "who don’t do what they’re supposed to do."

The sharpness hidden beneath her calm voice instantly made the surrounding girls gulp nervously.

The girl under Ivy’s grip visibly shrank back.

"D-Don’t touch me!" she snapped, though her voice lacked confidence now.

Ivy ignored her completely.

"Do your parents know you skipped school just to harass strangers outside a studio?"

The question instantly silenced everyone.

Behind her, both Sal and Lola blinked in realization.

Only now did they properly notice it.

The girls surrounding them were all wearing school uniforms.

Even James, who had just arrived outside moments ago, froze in disbelief after seeing them clearly.

Ivy’s grip tightened slightly on the girl’s shoulder.

"You’re young enough to throw eggs at people," she continued calmly, "but not mature enough to understand consequences?"

The girl’s face slowly paled.

Meanwhile, the other girls who had been yelling confidently earlier now looked visibly uncomfortable.

Some even lowered their phones.

Ivy’s gaze slowly swept across all of them.

"You all talk about protecting someone you admire," she said, "but what exactly are you protecting him from?"

Nobody answered.

"You don’t know me."

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