Chapter 12

Blythe had been waiting for Estelle in the office building Seeing her come out, Blythe immediately ran over and asked, “So, what did the advisor say? How are they gonna punish you?”

Estelle, carrying a backpack with both hands on the straps, replied calmly, “Why would they punish me? It was self-defense!”

Blythe looked at her disbelievingly, “Brooke’s leg is broken, and her dad came in all angry. You think they’ll just let it go?”

Estelle chuckled, “Well, it’s all settled now!”

Although Blythe had doubts, she breathed a sigh of relief, followed Estelle out of school while murnbling, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been obsessed with my crush, we would’ve left earlier, and this wouldn’t have happened.” Estelle didn’t mind, “Brooke seemed prepared, maybe she was waiting for me out there. Leaving early or late wouldn’t make a difference!”

“Serves her right for breaking her leg!” Blythe was furious, but then her expression changed, and her eyes lit up while looking at Estelle. “Estelle, have you practiced martial arts? Teach me how to take down Brooke with just one move!”

Estelle pursed her lips, “It was probably just a coincidence!”

Blythe rolled her eyes, “I got excited for nothing, I thought you were from some mysterious martial arts family!” Estelle sneered, “Watch fewer novels; they’re not good for your brain development!”

As they talked and laughed, they slowly walked out of the school gate. Just outside the gate, Blythe tugged Estelle’s arm and gestured to the left, “Look, it’s Angel Carmella!”

Estelle looked over to see a Mercedes parked by the side of the road. The driver had stepped out and was helping Carmella into the car.

Many people stopped and stared, girls filled with envy and boys filled with admiration. Some even shouted “Goddess!”

Blythe sighed, “Why is Carmella so lucky? Good at academics, pretty and born into a rich family! If I had just one of these things, I’d worship the god for treating me well!”

Estelle averted her gaze, smiling, “The last two are predetermined, but you can work hard on the first one!” “Forget it, with my IQ, I can’t catch up even if I work hard. But you can!” Blythe turned to look at Estelle, “Honestly, if you had a rich dad, the Campus Queen title wouldn’t belong to anyone else. Unfortunately, you lost to Carmella in family background, so you can only be a Campus Princess.”

Estelle nodded in agreement, “You can secretly call me the Campus Queen.”

Estelle to buy ice cream across the street, “Stop dreaming! It’s my treat today to

two!” Estelle took

pretty, so you

came home early, and

the table, Bennett said to Simone, “When you have time, call Estelle and invite her home for

up,

invite Estelle for dinner without any reason? Bennett frowned slightly. “Besides, there was a misunderstanding on your birthday. If we meet, the misunderstanding will be cleared

and said,

of salad for Simone, smiling softly, “Dad’s right. There’s no overnight hatred

“Carmella is so thoughtful!

me this afternoon. He mentioned there’s an art exhibition at the art museum in early June. He

eyes lit up, “I’ll start

“Yeah,” Simone nodded.

for the exhibit. Simone came in with a bowl of Strawberry Soup.

took out her previous paintings and asked Simone to help

and suggested that Simone keep looking while she

the computer mouse, and the screen lit up right away. Simone glanced at it inadvertently, and her

with the eye-catching title: Estelle and Brooke went at it for a hot

on campus!

over a boy at school. The comment section was

few glances before closing the page. Her face turned sour. Estelle was her biological daughter, mistakenly switched at birth and didn’t return to the family until she was seventeen. Simone wanted to make

they had never disclosed that Estelle was the daughter of the Macclain

Carmella’s room, Simone’s mood remained gloomy. Returning to the bedroom, she saw

startled,

darkened, “I don’t want to

was all fine during

just don’t want to see her!” Simone snapped

on the

Villa del Sol

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