Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 264

Normand probably drank too much that night to remember her, but his friends had no trouble recognizing her the moment they saw her again.

Still sore about losing face last time—when they'd failed to make her join their drinking party—they decided to get even. In the middle of the mall, they grabbed her, dragged her into the men's restroom, and planned to teach her a lesson.

They didn't count on her carrying a butterfly knife.

Mandy lashed out before they knew what hit them. She stabbed one of them, shoved their heads into the toilet until they were coughing up dirty water, and then grabbed the toilet brush, beating them until their faces were a mess of bruises and tears.

Afterward, she dusted her hands off with a casual flick, sauntered out, and left the battered men howling in misery behind her.

But the next day, somehow, those idiots managed to dig up her school and her name.

They threatened her—if she didn't come work as a hostess at their bar, they'd make sure she'd never survive another day at Cresthaven.

So, for the third time, their paths crossed—this time back at the bar.

In a plush private lounge, the coffee table was stacked with bottles of liquor. Normand and his friends grinned smugly and gestured toward them. "If you can finish all fifty bottles, we'll wipe the slate clean," they said, certain Mandy would be scared enough to give in.

They didn't know Mandy at all.

Mandy was a lunatic.

The moment these losers threatened her, she was ready to go to war.

No way was she going to drink with them.

Before they could react, she grabbed a bottle and smashed it over their heads.

Blood ran down their faces. She pulled out her butterfly knife and forced them to drink the rest of the booze themselves.

"Listen up. I'm not someone you can scare off."

"If I'm willing to throw punches today, I'll be willing to kill you tomorrow. Call the cops if you want, but you better be ready for what happens when I get out—I'll wipe out your entire family."

What Mandy didn't know was that these guys were all spoiled heirs from Cresthaven's wealthiest families. They'd spent their lives bullying others, never once imagining someone would dare fight back—let alone a woman who could wipe the floor with them.

Rich kids are afraid of nothing—except dying.

And Mandy? Death was the last thing she feared.

Normand's scalp tingled. He shivered despite himself. "Y-yeah, really."

Mandy's lips curled in a half-smile, half-sneer. "So? Not going to ask me to pour drinks for you tonight?"

Normand swallowed hard. He'd seen firsthand how ruthless she could be—no way was he going to push his luck.

He had too much money, too much fun left to enjoy in life—he wasn't ready to die just yet.

Seeing the way he shrank back, nervous and terrified, Mandy's mouth quirked with a fleeting, icy smile. Slowly, she slid the knife back into her pocket.

Normand finally let out a shaky breath. "So, uh, Mandy—where are you headed now?"

She arched an eyebrow, her gaze sharp as a blade as she studied his face, weighing his words.

Finally, she spoke coolly. "Fine. Give me a lift back to campus."

Normand practically tripped over himself to open the car door for her. Mandy was just about to slide in when a black Mercedes screeched to a halt in front of them.

The door flew open. A man jumped out, stormed over, yanked Mandy behind him, and without hesitation, punched Normand square in the face.