Thanks to Dick’s connections, Aline quickly found herself welcomed into the exclusive circle of wealthy socialites. Her days blurred together in a haze of shopping sprees and leisurely strolls with her newfound friends, all wives of the city’s elite. It was a life of pure indulgence, and she was reveling in every minute of it.
Jeanette wasn’t faring any worse. Dick was unbelievably generous with her; whatever caught her eye, he’d buy it for her without a second thought. Since returning home, Dick’s fortune had skyrocketed—his influence and resources seemed almost limitless now.
After being expelled from Primus Academy, Jeanette hadn’t been out for more than a few days before Dick pulled some strings and had her quietly readmitted. But this time, instead of slinking back with her head down, she returned to Primus decked out head to toe in designer labels, looking more dazzling than ever. That morning, she had even picked out the most expensive car in Dick’s garage to drop her off at school.
The moment Jeanette’s car pulled up at the gates of Primus Academy, the place erupted in whispers.
“Holy crap, isn’t that Jeanette? Wasn’t she expelled? How is she back?”
“Dude, have you noticed she looks... different somehow?”
“She’s dressed way fancier, right?”
“But didn’t the Iverson family go bankrupt? With that kind of entrance, you’d think the queen herself had returned.”
“Haven’t you seen the trending news? Jeanette and her mom moved into the piano king Dick’s private mansion a few nights ago.”
“She’s landed herself a new backer. No wonder she’s living the dream now.”
As the group gossiped, Jeanette strode right up to them and slapped the ringleader hard across the face.
“Jeanette, are you crazy? What gives you the right to hit me?” Nicola stared at her in disbelief, clutching her cheek.
Now, Clifford sat alone at a table, picking at a tray of plain vegetables. Laird swaggered over with a group of guys, eyeing Clifford’s meager lunch and bursting into laughter.
“Hey, everyone, get a load of this! The Iverson family’s gone broke—our bro can’t even afford meat anymore, just lettuce and carrots. Tough break, man.”
“Want me to toss you a few bucks so you can buy some real food?”
The guys who used to be Clifford’s so-called brothers now stood in front of him, grinning maliciously. Laird’s smile turned cold as he dumped his own leftovers straight onto Clifford’s head.
Gideon, smirking, chimed in, “Bro, maybe we should start calling you ‘beggar’ instead.”
The crowd watched, cheering and laughing. After all, Clifford had been the school bully at Primus for years, and more than a few of those watching had been on the receiving end of his arrogance. Seeing him finally get a taste of his own medicine was deeply satisfying.
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