Chapter 250
Helena liked every single comment insulting Rosalie using her alternate accounts. The sense of revenge filled her with a satisfaction she had never experienced before.
But at the same time, the post felt like a sword hanging over her head. One wrong move, and it would come crashing down to destroy her life. So when the post was finally deleted, she felt both regretful and relieved.
Most of the school already knows what kind of person Rosalie is,‘ she thought. ‘Keeping the post up would’ve just been a liability.’
But someone actually reposted it. And worse, they posted it during Rosalie’s peak moment of popularity today.
If the original post had only reached the school community, this repost had gone viral. With Rosalie being a hot topic, anything related to her was now trending. The situation had spiraled out of control. Rosalie was bound to see it.
Helena thought, What will I do? Beat her up? Or… expose the real truth? I’d rather take a beating than let that happen. Otherwise, how could I ever show my face at school again?‘
The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her whole body trembled, and she failed to notice the figure that had silently appeared in front of her.
Why are you shaking like that? Walked too many dark paths and ran into a ghost?” The familiar voice, cold as death itself, entered her ears. Startled, Helena dropped her phone to the ground.
She jerked her head up and saw Rosalie standing before her. Her already pale face turned an even ghastlier shade of white.
“R–Rosalie… why are you here?” Her voice trembled uncontrollably, a fear of Rosalie etched deep into her bones.
Rosalie casually rolled up her sleeves, her expression unreadable. She spoke calmly, “I heard you’ve been a little confused lately. Seems like you enjoy pinning your family’s dirty laundry on other people.”
Her eyes locked onto Helena’s face, her bottomless gaze like a demon’s abyss, ready to swallow her whole. “W–What do you mean?”
“Nothing much,” Rosalie replied. “Just thought I’d help clear your head so you’ll stop forgetting what kind of trash you are.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Helena let out a sharp scream. Rosalie grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up from her seat and dragging her out
of the classroom.
“Rosalie, let me go! What are you doing? Let go of me!” Helena was terrified, screaming and struggling the entire way. But the more she resisted, the more her scalp hurt under Rosalie’s grip.
Students at Hawthorne University were used to seeing Rosalie with a pleasant smile. None of them had ever seen her this furious before. The air around her radiated a deadly aura, warning everyone to stay away.
Rosalie dragged Helena all the way to the school’s hot spring pool and shoved her head into the water.
Helena flailed and struggled desperately under Rosalie’s grip, but it was useless. She couldn’t even scream–all she could do was thrash helplessly.
The students passing by were completely stunned by the scene. Not a single one dared to step forward to stop her.
After nearly a full minute, Rosalie yanked Helena’s head out of the water by her hair.
“Feeling clearer now?” she asked.
“Rosalie, L… I’m going to tell Dad! Dad won’t let this-
Before she could finish, Rosalie shoved her head back into the water. “Still not clear enough, huh? I guess a few more washes might help you figure out what kind of trash you are
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