The Heiress Revived from the Ashes (Lauren Bennett) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340 This Time, I Hit First

Lauren wandered through the orphanage courtyard, bored out of her mind.

Maybe it was because she was too mature for her age, but the other kids kept their distance from her. Not that she minded. She wasn’t trying to get close to anyone anyway.

Not after Lucas.

In her last life, she’d been hurt deeply by that ungrateful little traitor.

This time around, she had zero intention of becoming friends with him. In fact, she’d barely seen him more than a handful of times. Every spare moment she had was devoted to studying.

She was just thinking about Lucas when a basketball came flying out of nowhere and hit her square on the head.

The impact knocked her off her feet. Her head buzzed. Stars danced in front of her eyes.

“You! Go get my ball”

A bratty voice rang out across the courtyard.

Lauren gritted her teeth and looked up,

Sure enough–it was Lucas.

Eight or nine years old, smug and arrogant, standing with his arms crossed like a little prince.

What a joke. Of all people, it had to be you.

In her previous life, by this point, she and Lucas had already been close. But this time, she’d made sure to avoid him completely. And now, fate had thrown them together anyway.

“I’m talking to you! Are you deaf? Go get my ball!”

Lucas’s face twisted into an impatient scowl.

Lauren stared at him coldly.

How the hell did I ever like you in my past life?

Without the rose–colored filter, you’re just an obnoxious little punk.

She stood up, grabbed the basketball, and walked toward him.

Lucas lifted his chin, smirking. “See? I told you. She’s just some boring little nerd who only knows how to study. What’s book smarts worth if she still listens to everything I say? Look how obedient she is.”

Lauren walked right up to him.

Then she slammed the basketball into his face.

Hard

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Chapter 340 This Time, I Hit First

“Ahhh–Lucas shrieked clutching his nose and collapsing to the ground.

Blood gushed between his fingers, splattering across the pavement.

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Lauren stood over him, face blank, utterly unbothered

She kicked him.

Then kicked him again.

Right in the gut.

She’d wanted to do this for years.

In her past life, she’d been too weak–deaf, crippled, missing a kidney. She couldn’t fight back, no matter how badly she wanted to

But this life was different,

This time, her body was strong and healthy. The orphanage director liked her, treated her well. She was fed better than the other kids, dressed better, cared for more.

She looked soft–fair skin, round checks, chubby little arms and legs–but she had real strength.

Lucas never stood a chance.

He curled up on the ground, wailing, his nose still bleeding, his stomach aching.

Lauren just watched.

Expressionless.

Right then, the director walked over–accompanied by three people.

A man and woman, well–dressed and elegant. The man wore a sleek black suit, refined and handsome. The woman wore a traditional cheongsam, graceful and composed. A ten–year–old boy followed behind them, clearly their son, already a miniature heartbreaker with both parents‘ best features.

The director was mid–laugh, chatting politely–until she saw Lucas on the ground. Her face dropped instantly.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

Lauren looked up at the couple, and her eyes froze.

She knew them.

It took a second, but the memory clicked.

They’d been here in her previous life, around this time