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.

least of all Mac Brown, expected Claire

in stunned silence, jaws practically hitting

been the quiet one, the girl who rarely spoke, who spent every spare minute buried in her books. Even during school breaks, she

plain- looking

make friends or

their shock, Claire had slapped Mac

back, his surprise

You dare

his hand, ready

to the private room

there a Miss Mandy here?" A

stood in the doorway, pushing a small

repeated, her tone polite as her eyes

room.

red dress stepped forward, her expression puzzled. "That's me-my last

Shaw, dressed to impress in a chic

help you?" she asked, still