Second Chances Protecting Mrs. Hall

Chapter 80

Emma changed into simple clothes after school.

She wore a pair of sky blue high waisted jeans and a knitted light yellow y neck top. Her collarbones were exquisite, and her black hair was long and straight. Her temperament was outstanding and people were attracted to her.

When those hooligans saw Emma’s face, it seemed they had seen a ghost!

The leader of the pack thought, “Damn it! This person is like a ghost that refuses to leavel it is horrible luck to bump into her when I’m here to have fun!”

At this moment, when her classmates saw Emma, it was as if they had seen their savior.

“Emma, these scoundrels insist that they want to occupy the whole clubhouse. They want to throw us out just because they have money”

The hooligans did not say anything.

Emma smiled and asked, “You think so?”

However, that smile sent chills down the hooligans‘ spines…

Bitch, don’t smile at me! Your smile is scaring us out of our wits!”

Emma crossed her arms and casually looked outside the entrance. “So what if you drive a luxury car? Don’t you know you can’t park here? I’ll call the tow trucks and the police here. You are trying to pick a fight, and you think just because you have money, only you can go into the clubhouse?”

The hooligans were speechless.

“Please don’t, please don’t! Emma!”

“That’s right, Emma. We were just fooling around. Just fooling around!”

They had bought these cars secretly without their parents‘ knowing.

If the cars were towed away and the police were called, these hooligans would be punished severely by their parents.

“Emma, we know we are in the wrong… Why don’t we line up and apologize to you again? Don’t call the police!”

“Are you going to leave now?”

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“Scram, we’ll scram now!”

The moment they saw Emma, they had already admitted defeat..

There were even people who really fell to the ground because they were so frightened. They started rolling down the road.

They were afraid that Emma would not give them another chance.

After the troublemakers left, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

“Emma, thanks to you today.”

“That’s right. The students in Class 2 are jerks. I don’t want to meet them again!”

At that moment, someone suggested, “Now that they’re all gone, let’s go in and have fun. We can drink and sing!”

As she had Liam’s permission, Emma also went into the clubhouse.

After all, she had a limit of 100 milliliters of beer.

carried away, and

Emma drank a lot.

her phone ran out

phone for more than an hour, she still

had too much to drink. Just as they were about to leave, a

Liam got out of the car, he

is there another car? Don’t tell me they’re here to fight with us

Get Emma

“That’s right, Emma… Emma…”

heard them

‘What is going on? How long has Emma been here? Why does

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followers?”

tone and shouted at Liam, “Hey! You in the car! You can’t park here! If you don’t leave, I’ll call

to

Liam lowered the window.

instantly woke the

thought, ‘Pick up, pick up someone? Who was

was sleeping in the studio on

out of the car

everyone’s shocked gazes, the wheelchair automatically went

hair hung over her shoulders, her eyes were closed, and her cheeks were red. It was obvious that she had

the man’s brows were

time to go

“Hmm…”

was in

voice, she

“Hall… Liam Hall?”

was

a black suit, and his hairstyle was

eyes stared

as dark and vast

wiped her mouth. “Why did

I’m here to pick you

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Chapter 30

‘Oh no, my phone is

subconsciously looked around. Indeed, there were

who were already drunk and lying on the ground, the rest of the

Liam. They used their phones to chat excitedly in the class group

[Oh my god, Emma’s

the first time I’ve seen someone so

[Let me give everyone a brief introduction. Emma’s boyfriend is Liam Hall The eldest son of one of the most influential

Hall, but recently, he has already gone back to helm the reigns of the Halls

shit! Am I going to be Mrs. Hall’s classmate

[Congratulations! You have guessed

[I’ll be someone with a

can I have

were chatting happily

suddenly spoke to James, who was sending