Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 352

Claire's phone crashed to the floor with a sickening crack, splintering into pieces that scattered across the carpet.

"See? I told you it was junk. I barely even touched it and it just fell apart! Did you pick this thing up from a dumpster or something?"

The taunt sent another wave of laughter rippling through the group.

To them, Claire was nothing more than an easy target someone to mock for their own amusement.

But the moment Claire saw her phone-Sean's gift to her-shattered beyond repair, something inside her snapped.

She couldn't even say what brand it was; all she knew was that it was from Sean, and she cherished it.

Now, watching it broken at her feet, anger surged through her like wildfire.

Without thinking, she lashed out, her hand swinging hard across Mac Brown's face. The sharp sound of the slap echoed around the private room.

"And who do you think you are? Maybe take a look in the mirror before you insult someone. You look like a bloated pig-who'd ever want your garbage phone?"

The words poured out in fury, and before anyone could react, Claire landed slap after slap, the smacks ringing out in quick succession. Mac Brown's greasy face turned bright red, raw and stinging.

Mac Brown, expected

stared in stunned silence, jaws practically hitting the

spoke, who spent every

of high school, Claire kept to herself. If she'd been plain- looking or just an average student, she might have faded into the background

her refusal to make friends or join in made her stand out all the

everyone snapped out of their shock, Claire had slapped Mac

back, his

You dare hit

hand, ready to

the door to the private room

Mandy here?" A gentle female voice cut

A smiling young waitress stood in the doorway,

her tone

room.

forward, her expression

Miss Shaw, dressed to impress in a chic red dress, makeup flawless, style

I help you?" she asked,