Kicked Out, She Came Back To Rule - Chapter 633: Chapter 633
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With a frosty stare, Kaia strode forward and snatched the painting right out of Beatrice's hands.
"So, you're doing all this because you think I snatched away your spot as the campus queen, and you think I trashed you in front of Larry?" Kaia said coldly.
When Beatrice heard that and remembered how Larry had been treating her like she was nothing lately, she felt even more justified.
"Wow, you really do know your place, don't you?" Beatrice sneered. "A pathetic nobody from the countryside—what makes you think you deserve to chase after the guy I like? Seriously, do you actually think you're good enough for him?"
Kaia folded her arms and gave a slow, dismissive shake of her head.
"Honestly, I've got nothing to feel guilty about," Kaia said coolly. "Telling Larry what I did was the right call—and honestly, I should've warned him to steer clear of you even sooner.
"Someone as spiteful and obsessed with payback as you? If he ever got tangled up with you, it'd just be a disaster for him."
"Shut up!" Beatrice screamed, fists clenched so hard it felt like she might explode. She felt a wild urge to rip Kaia apart then and there.
'This nobody from the countryside isn't even fit to shine my shoes. What gives her the right to judge me?' Beatrice fumed inside.
"You should shut up!" Kaia shot back, her tone icy.
Kaia remained perfectly calm, giving Beatrice a slow once-over, her expression unreadable as she shook her head, almost as if disappointed.
"You really don't deserve him at all," Kaia added, her voice sharp with scorn.
"Shut up! Are you deaf? I told you to shut up!" Beatrice yelled, voice screeching and full of outrage.
Kaia's words had stabbed straight into Beatrice's heart. She couldn't hold it together anymore—rage boiled over and she snapped, launching herself at Kaia like a wildcat, arms swinging and claws out, ready to tear her to shreds.
Kaia didn't even budge. When Beatrice stormed in, Kaia calmly lifted a hand and locked onto her wrist as if it took no effort at all.
"Beatrice, just think—if Larry saw you looking all crazed and scary like this, what do you think he'd think of you?" Kaia said, her voice icy but clear.
Beatrice froze in place, her mouth opening and closing, but she couldn't get a single word out—her face burning with humiliation and anger.
Dazed, she found herself replaying every moment she'd clashed with Kaia, and the more she remembered, the more a cold dread settled over her—she was totally outmatched.
She knew she was no competition for Kaia, and dragging this out any longer would only make things worse for herself.
'Best strategy is to bail and regroup,' Beatrice thought, gritting her teeth. 'I'll leave now, and once I'm back, I'll figure out a new way to take Kaia down.'
"Alright, you got me this time," Beatrice snapped, her tone bristling with defiance. "But don't get ahead of yourself—next time, you won't be so lucky. Just wait, Kaia!" She threw Kaia a cold glare, tilted her chin high with a proud sneer, and spun on her heel to leave.
"Stop right there!" Kaia snapped, her eyes slitting dangerously.
She stepped forward, blocking Beatrice's way without budging an inch.
"You really think you're getting another chance?" Kaia's voice was cold and merciless. "Just to get back at me, you dared to steal a painting owned by Tobias. Did it ever occur to you what would happen to you if he found out?"
"W-What's the worst that could happen to me?" Beatrice stammered, her eyes shifty with nerves. Then she suddenly thought of something and shot back, her voice cold, "Don't just accuse me—what about you? You went and hung a fake painting up for display. What do you think's gonna happen to you?"
"A fake painting?" Kaia laughed, the sound light but full of mockery. "Even all those professors couldn't spot it—so you really think you've got the right to call it fake?"
Beatrice jabbed a finger furiously at the painting in Kaia's hand, her face twisted with anger.
"You want proof? The real one's right here!" she snapped.
Kaia's smile turned even more wicked. "Is that so? Well then, why don't you march out there and tell every professor that the painting on display is a fake—and that you've got the real one right in your hands?"
Beatrice choked, scrambling for words but coming up completely blank. She just couldn't come up with anything to fire back at Kaia.
"So, you're doing all this because you think I snatched away your spot as the campus queen, and you think I trashed you in front of Larry?" Kaia said coldly.
When Beatrice heard that and remembered how Larry had been treating her like she was nothing lately, she felt even more justified.
"Wow, you really do know your place, don't you?" Beatrice sneered. "A pathetic nobody from the countryside—what makes you think you deserve to chase after the guy I like? Seriously, do you actually think you're good enough for him?"
Kaia folded her arms and gave a slow, dismissive shake of her head.
"Honestly, I've got nothing to feel guilty about," Kaia said coolly. "Telling Larry what I did was the right call—and honestly, I should've warned him to steer clear of you even sooner.
"Someone as spiteful and obsessed with payback as you? If he ever got tangled up with you, it'd just be a disaster for him."
"Shut up!" Beatrice screamed, fists clenched so hard it felt like she might explode. She felt a wild urge to rip Kaia apart then and there.
'This nobody from the countryside isn't even fit to shine my shoes. What gives her the right to judge me?' Beatrice fumed inside.
"You should shut up!" Kaia shot back, her tone icy.
Kaia remained perfectly calm, giving Beatrice a slow once-over, her expression unreadable as she shook her head, almost as if disappointed.
"You really don't deserve him at all," Kaia added, her voice sharp with scorn.
"Shut up! Are you deaf? I told you to shut up!" Beatrice yelled, voice screeching and full of outrage.
Kaia's words had stabbed straight into Beatrice's heart. She couldn't hold it together anymore—rage boiled over and she snapped, launching herself at Kaia like a wildcat, arms swinging and claws out, ready to tear her to shreds.
Kaia didn't even budge. When Beatrice stormed in, Kaia calmly lifted a hand and locked onto her wrist as if it took no effort at all.
"Beatrice, just think—if Larry saw you looking all crazed and scary like this, what do you think he'd think of you?" Kaia said, her voice icy but clear.
Beatrice froze in place, her mouth opening and closing, but she couldn't get a single word out—her face burning with humiliation and anger.
Dazed, she found herself replaying every moment she'd clashed with Kaia, and the more she remembered, the more a cold dread settled over her—she was totally outmatched.
She knew she was no competition for Kaia, and dragging this out any longer would only make things worse for herself.
'Best strategy is to bail and regroup,' Beatrice thought, gritting her teeth. 'I'll leave now, and once I'm back, I'll figure out a new way to take Kaia down.'
"Alright, you got me this time," Beatrice snapped, her tone bristling with defiance. "But don't get ahead of yourself—next time, you won't be so lucky. Just wait, Kaia!" She threw Kaia a cold glare, tilted her chin high with a proud sneer, and spun on her heel to leave.
"Stop right there!" Kaia snapped, her eyes slitting dangerously.
She stepped forward, blocking Beatrice's way without budging an inch.
"You really think you're getting another chance?" Kaia's voice was cold and merciless. "Just to get back at me, you dared to steal a painting owned by Tobias. Did it ever occur to you what would happen to you if he found out?"
"W-What's the worst that could happen to me?" Beatrice stammered, her eyes shifty with nerves. Then she suddenly thought of something and shot back, her voice cold, "Don't just accuse me—what about you? You went and hung a fake painting up for display. What do you think's gonna happen to you?"
"A fake painting?" Kaia laughed, the sound light but full of mockery. "Even all those professors couldn't spot it—so you really think you've got the right to call it fake?"
Beatrice jabbed a finger furiously at the painting in Kaia's hand, her face twisted with anger.
"You want proof? The real one's right here!" she snapped.
Kaia's smile turned even more wicked. "Is that so? Well then, why don't you march out there and tell every professor that the painting on display is a fake—and that you've got the real one right in your hands?"
Beatrice choked, scrambling for words but coming up completely blank. She just couldn't come up with anything to fire back at Kaia.
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