Ashley’s outburst had left Vivienne speechless.

Took her place?

Rolling up her sleeves with a dramatic flourish, Charlotte slapped Ashley’s hand away and planted her hands on her hips, glaring down at her. “Who are you pointing fingers at, huh? Think you’re some kind of big shot? I’m the one who’s earned the right to speak on behalf of the whole school because I aced every single subject, not you!”

“You think you could’ve taken my spot without Vivienne’s help? Dream on!” Ashley spat back, her pride bruised.

To Ashley’s surprise, Charlotte did not retort. “You’re right. Without Vivienne’s support, I wouldn’t have even gotten into the defense academy.”

Then, Charlotte gave Ashley a piercing look, then asked Vivienne, “Vivienne, who is she to you?”

Vivienne gave Ashley a once-over. “She’s my cousin on my aunt’s side.”

“I see.” Charlotte caught sight of the bewildered Brooks family lingering in the background. She clapped her hands theatrically. “Well, I won’t intrude on your little family dinner then. Be sure to hit me up when you’re free, okay? I’ll let Faye know, deal?”

“Sure.” Vivienne nodded.

Griffin, who had been quietly observing, gently tugged Charlotte away, giving Vivienne a knowing wink as if she had much to say.

Arm in arm, they left, with Charlotte tossing over Griffin’s shoulder, “You can’t let a man walk all over you!”

Vivienne’s lips curled into a smirk. So, Charlotte was the mastermind behind Griffin’s antics towards Leopold.

Tsk, tsk.

Her little protégé was in for a rough ride.

if she was the villain of the

glance and turned

not eating. It’s like all those years of

Melissa ushered Vivienne back to the private

than willing

a reproachful look at Ashley before following

you, you know. They’ve only just met, and your grudge is baseless.

good money, I’ll

tears and stormed

after her; instead, he returned to the dining room to finish

invited Vivienne to watch the next

accepted with a

while since she had been to a race, and with Charlotte free for a few

outfit, her hair pulled

dressed the part.”

set

the VIP seats arranged by Carl, with a prime view of the start and finish line and a large screen to watch the race

a distance,

her tongue. “Some people just can’t let go. She’s

attitude towards her didn’t affect how she treated

slipping into his race car, Ashley putting on the helmet that Percival had given Carl only

might not like Vivienne, but she

place. At the drop of the flag, seven cars roared off the line amid a crescendo of engines and gasps

a hint of unease crossing

in the thrill of the race,

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