Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 289

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Betty’s face burned with pain. She widened her eyes and lunged at Zinnia, ready to strike back. Maisie quickly pulled Zinnia aside, causing Betty to crash into her instead. Anne instinctively stepped in to help.

At one point, Zinnia grabbed a handful of Betty’s hair. Betty shrieked, and Anne instinctively pushed Zinnia in an attempt to intervene.

“Zinnia,” Maisie shouted in alarm, kicking Anne in chaos as she tried to protect her friend.

Acting on impulse, Betty grabbed Maisie’s hair, making her wince in pain. Seeing this, Zinnia didn’t hesitate. She reached out and yanked Betty’s hair hard.

From behind came the startled voices of Ethan and the others. “Zinnia, what’s going on here?”

In no time, the stairwell turned into chaos–students of Class 19 and Class 2 were brawling. The students of Class 19 stood fiercely on their own, while students of Class 2, unwilling to watch their classmates get overwhelmed, jumped right into the fray.

“What are you little punks up to now? What’s all this chaos?” Just as the brawl reached its peak, an enraged voice boomed across the scene.

A man shouted, “Stop! You little troublemakers think you can turn the whole school upside down?” The dean stormed in, furious at the sight of the brawl ahead, barking orders to the security guards behind him to pull the students apart.

“Who gave you the nerve to mess with someone from our class?” Even as the guards were dragging Ethan away, he lashed out with a kick aimed at one of the boys from Class 2.

“Ethan, you little rascal, stop it!” The dean, Tom Hardy, a man in his fifties, gave him a sharp glare, and his tone brooked no argument.

“All of you, to my office! This is a school, not a street brawl. Think you’re tough, do you?” He swept his gaze over the defiant faces from both classes, his anger barely contained.

Surrounded by security guards, the group was ushered toward the dean’s office. On the way, Zinnia noticed that Maisie’s hair was in a mess because of the scuffle. Feeling guilty, she reached out to smooth it. “Maisie, I’m really sorry. Are you okay?”

her gaze, a pang of guilt washing over her. If it hadn’t been for her, Maisie

hurt.

Giving her a good beating today felt

a fight and didn’t even think to call us? Look at you–almost

spot. Who had time to call anyone? Anyway, we didn’t lose. I yanked out a bunch of Betty’s hair, and Zinnia landed a slap on her face. We totally came out on top.” Maisie

seriously, we really owe you two today, otherwise, Zinnia and I would’ve taken a hit. Everyone. Lunch is on me. We’re meeting at Blue Moon Grill!” Maisie called out, turning to shout excitedly at

be waiting for your

“Sounds good.”

“Thanks. Maisie.”

unrivaled. Most of the boys were loyal and eager to support one another. Those who

in Class 2 was much gloomier. Different from Class 19, they didn’t have a strong sense of camaraderie. Some students who didn’t want to get involved were pulled into

they lost the fight. Now, many of them cast resentful glances at

stomping ahead, turned around and shouted as the crowd started getting noisy

quiet. She thought, ‘This old guy just loves

whispering among themselves, poking

with concern. The fight had been such a chaotic mess,

no real injuries. That scratch on your face though; I’ll grab some ointment for you

Maisie had been shielding her the whole time, and the rest of Class 19 quickly rushed over. She was practically pushed

in chaos. The neatly tied bun was now

careless smile, brushing her face. A small scratch, now scabbed over,

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the commotion were required to write reflection essays and

fight too. Let me stay, or I’ll feel totally left out.” Ethan clung to the