Reborn To Ruin Her Rivals - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Recalling all the suffering from her previous life, Arielle thought coldly, "There's no way I'm letting him die that easily."
Suppressing all her hatred, Arielle opened her eyes again, now, they were filled with nothing but icy indifference and coldness.
Gavin looked at her coldly and said, "You're Meredith's sister. Even though the Bradford family and the Boone family have arranged an engagement, I would never marry someone like you."
Gavin's tone dripped with hostility.
Thinking of how Meredith suffered under her torment every day, Gavin seethed, his anger burning even fiercer.
His rage surged within him.
He ached to marry Meredith immediately.
'Once she joins the Boone family, no one will ever dare to bully her again,' he vowed to himself.
"Even if you're Henry's real daughter and Meredith is just adopted, I couldn't care less about her status." Gavin noticed that Arielle still hadn't said a word.
'Maybe she's embarrassed because I broke off the engagement,' he thought.
But the next second, Arielle spoke, and her words made his blood boil.
"Seriously? A scumbag like you is a perfect match for a bitch like her." Her voice was ice-cold, devoid of any warmth.
Arielle curled her lips into a mocking sneer.
"Don't worry," she said coldly, "you and Meredith are bound together for life, and death!"
With that, Arielle turned on her heel and walked away, not sparing them a glance.
She thought, 'So Gavin and Meredith have been sneaking around all along.
'So what made Gavin suddenly change his mind and marry me?
'Of course, it was all for Grandma's shares!'
Arielle sneered inwardly, 'I was so blind that I didn't see through their scheme.'
Hearing her vicious words, Gavin's mind went completely blank for a moment.
He was certain this was his first time meeting Arielle.
He thought, 'Why would she look at me like that, and speak to me in such a way?
'Her gaze was like looking at her father's murderer.'
Her eyes held bloodlust, hatred, resentment, and murderous intent.
He had expected her to be heartbroken, distressed, or humiliated.
But there was none of that.
As he turned to watch her figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, a chill ran down his spine.
Her stare was utterly frigid.
Meredith spotted Gavin from across the way.
Putting on her sweetest act, she fluttered over to him and cooed in a sugary voice, "Gavin..."
Gavin looked at his sweet and gentle fiancée standing before him.
He composed himself, his heart softening instantly, all gloom vanishing from his mind.
In a gentle voice, he asked, "Meredith, did she bully you again?"
Hearing this, Meredith instantly lowered her head, putting on a frightened act.
He reached out and gently ruffled her hair.
"Don't be afraid," Gavin reassured her. "I've already given her a warning. I'll marry you as soon as possible."
Meredith suddenly looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice choked with emotion as she spoke in a "considerate" tone.
She said, "Gavin, you mustn't... I'm just the adopted daughter of the Bradford family. The one you should marry is my sister. She's the real Bradford family heiress. Please, don't jeopardize your relationship with Grandpa over our childhood bond."
He thought, 'Listen to that, such considerate words. Now this is the grace befitting a true Bradford family heiress. Compared to Arielle's frosty face and arrogant attitude, Meredith is clearly the best wife material in the world.'
"Don't worry, Meredith," Gavin said gently, "It's you I love, and it's you I'm engaged to. That won't change, no matter what your status is."
Gavin tenderly comforted the teary-eyed girl before him.
Hearing his words, a glimmer of hope lit up Meredith's despondent eyes, and a delighted smile curved her lips.
"Gavin, you're not lying to me?" Meredith asked softly.
"I mean it. I'd never lie to you," Gavin replied gently.
The onlookers all looked on with envy.
Perla, arm in arm with Anna, watched the two lovebirds, the air practically sparkling with romance.
"They're such a perfect couple," Perla gushed. "Gavin truly doesn't care about status at all, no matter who Meredith is, he'd never look down on her."
Anna didn't notice the indifference in Perla's tone and immediately chimed in. "Of course! Meredith is amazing, her qualities far outweigh her family background. Gavin likes her for who she is, not just because she's the Bradford heiress."
Leaning closer to Perla, Samantha said enviously, "I wonder when my Prince Charming will appear. Meredith is so lucky!"
Mike wore a scowling expression, his face dark with displeasure.
Without so much as a glance at the trio, he brushed past them and entered the classroom through the opposite building entrance.
Samantha nudged Perla as he stormed off. "What's his problem?"
Perla just threw up her hands. "Who knows?"
Mike had always been in love with Meredith.
His feelings for her dated back to middle school.
He'd once confessed to her, but she neither accepted nor rejected him.
When the Bradford family and the Boone family arranged their engagement, he knew his chance was gone.
Still, he found contentment in silently watching over her as a friend.
Back in the cafeteria, he deliberately said he liked Arielle to test Meredith's reaction.
He could clearly sense her anger when he said that.
He felt that must mean he still mattered to her.
For a moment, he even felt he might still have a chance.
He thought, 'eredith is just an adopted daughter, the Boone family would never accept someone who isn't their real heiress," Mike thought, a glimmer of hope flickering in his heart.
That meant he still had a chance. Her status didn't matter to him.
He would treat her right and give her all the sense of security she needed.
Mike thought bitterly, 'But it was all just my wishful thinking.
'Gavin isstill going to marry her.
'Look how excited she is, she must really like him.
'With the Boone family's status, of course Meredith would choose Gavin.'
Left alone, Mike was left to lick his wounds in silence.
The cafeteria incident quickly went viral online.
Netizens' comments flooded in like a tidal wave, a chaotic mix of outrage and schadenfreude.
Some expressed righteous anger, while others gleefully added fuel to the fire with sarcastic remarks, clearly enjoying the drama.
Amid the swirling storm of online rumors, Arielle remained unfazed.
She opened her book and began reviewing her lessons, her mind completely absorbed, as if the chaos outside had nothing to do with her.
James walked into the classroom.
His sharp gaze instinctively fell upon the seat in the last row.
There sat a girl, upright and poised, her features exquisitely sculpted and flawless as porcelain.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow on her skin, making it look as smooth as a freshly shelled egg.
The tips of her hair were gilded by sunlight.
A breeze stirred, and a few strands danced in the air, creating an effortless sense of ease and grace.
Her brows and eyes were soft now, the sharpness from the cafeteria was gone.
In that moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful, and James couldn't help but stare.
Arielle flipped through her textbook, occasionally jotting down notes.
It was as if the explosive scene in the cafeteria earlier had never happened.
James strolled toward the back row, hands tucked lazily in his pockets.
By now, most of the classmates had already trickled into the classroom.
They couldn't hide their surprise at seeing James arrive so early.
He usually showed up right as the bell rang.
The moment James appeared, the noisy chatter immediately died down to hushed whispers. No one wanted to risk provoking the notorious troublemaker.
James wondered to himself, 'What if I provoke her? Would she fight back? And if we really clashed, who'd come out on top?'
James chuckled at his own childish antics.
He mused, 'Let's see if she's a pushover, utterly fearless, or just trying to grab my attention.
"I've read all the online rumors about Arielle. Nothing particularly special.
'She grew up in the slums, by all accounts, she shouldn't have that kind of boldness or decisiveness.
'Yet there's an undeniable aura of intimidation about her, with an edge of ferocity.
'How intriguing!'
Whenever he had a question, he just had to get to the bottom of it.
So as he walked up to Arielle, he couldn't resist the urge to poke at the new queen bee.
The moment the idea struck him, his hand was already reaching for Arielle's hair.