Reborn To Ruin Her Rivals - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

Arielle took a few steps back, about to ask what was going on when a haughty voice called out from behind her. "Well, if it isn't the Bradford family's precious little princess they picked up from the slums."
Arielle turned back, her eyes landing on a woman caked in garish makeup. A dangerous glint flickered in her eyes.
It was Emily Dalton, Sharon's niece.
She strutted in a skintight bodycon dress.
A gaudy sapphire necklace dangled from her neck.
Every inch of her screamed "new money" and bad taste.
Her face was caked with heavy makeup as she teetered on sky-high heels.
She was clinging to the arm of a red-haired, tattooed man.
With a cigarette dangling between his fingers, he gazed off, shamelessly ogling the women on the street as he blew smoke rings with an air of indifference.
Emily strutted around with such exaggerated arrogance, it was almost comical.
A dangerous glint flashed in Arielle's eyes as she stared Emily down, her gaze clearly saying, "Who the hell are you? Get lost!"
Emily gave Arielle a contemptuous once-over from head to toe and let out a dismissive snort.
Emily sneered, "So, what are you doing here all by yourself? Looking for a sugar daddy or something?
"You're new to the Bradford family. I'm warning you, behave yourself, or I'll go tell Sharon everything."
Arielle's brows furrowed in annoyance. 'Emily is just as insufferable as ever,' she thought.
"Got a problem?" Arielle said coldly.
She wasn't looking for trouble today, but she wouldn't back down if it came her way.
Emily was here to avenge Meredith.
She'd heard that Arielle had snatched Meredith's room, targeted her at every turn, and even dared to try and steal her fiancé.
'What a despicable woman!' Emily fumed.
She'd even been planning to hire some people to rough Arielle up after school in a few days.
Little did she know, the opportunity would come so soon.
Arielle's photos were all over the internet, so Emily recognized her the moment she showed up.
'Looks like luck's on my side today,' Emily thought, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she plotted how to take Arielle down.
Emily smirked to herself, plotting, 'I'll teach her a proper lesson. Let's see if she ever dares to bully Meredith again.'
Emily swayed her slender waist seductively, snuggling up to the man beside her and pointing at Arielle.
"Georgie Tate, don't you love me?" she cooed, her voice syrupy sweet. "If you do, you have to help me out, okay? She bullied my cousin. It's my job to stand up for her. Promise you'll teach that bitch a lesson for me?"
As she spoke, Emily rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat, her tone dripping with honeyed seduction.
Arielle shuddered. 'That gave me goosebumps all over,' she thought in disgust.
'A coquettish beauty like that, what man wouldn't go weak for her?' Arielle thought with a hint of disdain, 'Maybe every guy just falls for her type.'
Georgie Tate planted a playful kiss on Emily's cheek. "You're my little darling. Don't worry, I've got your back."
Georgie finally tore his wandering gaze away and turned to look at Arielle.
He hadn't paid her any mind before.
But the moment he truly saw her, his eyes widened in surprise.
Arielle had a face so stunning it was one in a million.
Her cool, distant eyes warned strangers away, yet seemed to hold countless untold stories.
As any red-blooded man would, he found himself captivated by such breathtaking beauty.
Georgie's roving gaze swept over Arielle with undisguised interest.
Unaware of her look of disgust, he flicked his bangs aside with practiced ease.
Arielle shot him a warning glare, her eyes sharp as knives, but before she could make a move, Emily's expression instantly darkened beside him. She shot Arielle a venomous glare, her teeth grinding in fury.
She seethed inwardly, 'What a shameless vixen!
'How dare she try to seduce my man right in front of me!'
Emily reacted instantly, darting between them with possessive urgency.
She cooed, "She's just a scheming vixen, don't let her fool you!"
Georgie shot Emily a disgruntled look, his eyes clearly saying, "Enough talking."
Stopped by the man's glare, Emily stood rooted, glaring daggers at Arielle.
Arielle shot her a glare. "What are you staring at? Did I do something to you? You'd better back off, or I'll mess you up," she warned, drawing her thumb across her throat in a clear threat.
With that, she turned to leave.
Emily glared furiously at Arielle. "You little vixen!" she spat. "Think you can threaten me? You're part of the Bradford family, aren't you afraid I'll tell Sharon?"
With that, she lunged forward, grabbing for Arielle's hair.
Hair-pulling was the standard tactic when girls fought. It was simple, brutal, and effective.
Before Emily could even touch her, Arielle swung her right hand hard.
'Actions speak louder than words,' she thought coldly.
A sharp slap landed squarely on Emily's cheek.
Emily stood frozen, momentarily stunned by the slap.
Clutching her stinging right cheek, her eyes welled up with venomous hatred.
"Georgie... she..." Emily whimpered, clutching her stinging cheek as tears streamed down her face. Realizing she was no match for Arielle, she turned pleadingly to Georgie, silently begging him to stand up for her.
A wicked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Most men would be furious if someone slapped their woman, but not him.
Instead, Arielle piqued his interest.
No woman had ever dared to challenge him like this before.
He felt thrilled and novel.
Emily saw the way Georgie was looking at Arielle.
In an instant, it all clicked. "That little bitch!" she seethed, her hatred for Arielle burning even hotter.
Emily fumed. 'All men are pigs. They chase after every skirt. The moment they see someone prettier than me, their hearts are stolen!
'That bitch is a walking disaster.
'Meredith was right, she's not just scheming, she's Oscar-worthy.
'Look how she's got Georgie eating out of her hand!'
Georgie shook off her hand and strode straight up to Arielle. With a casual flick of his fingers, he sent his cigarette butt tumbling to the ground.
Tilting his chin up slightly, his eyes brimming with mischief, he extended his hand with exaggerated courtesy.
"Georgie Tate. Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said.
Arielle froze. "Georgie Tate?"
She thought, 'No way, this sketchy-looking redhead is actually Georgie Tate?'
To confirm her suspicion, Arielle asked bluntly, "You're not from Haskium? Are you from Konis?"
Georgie studied her with amusement, nodded with a smirk, and said, "Wow, not just a pretty face, you're quite well-informed."
Seeing Arielle remain silent, Georgie lifted his chin, a smug look on his face as he spoke again. "That's right. I'm Georgie from the Tate family of Konis."
For centuries, Haskium had tried to dismantle Konis, but despite a hundred years of effort, this small region had never been conquered.
Backed by formidable forces, the intricate web of allegiances and relationships here made things exceedingly complex.
The Tate family was the foremost noble family in Konis, and as the youngest son of Lesley Tate, his privileged status was unquestioned.
On top of that, his maternal family was second only to the Tate family in power.
So in Konis, he virtually ruled with an iron fist.
Originally, Konis was part of Haskium's territory.
But about a century ago, a powerful clan emerged in Konis, attempting to overthrow Haskium's rule and declare independence.
In the end, they succeeded.
Konis became a major threat to Haskium. The Tate family now reigned supreme.
Today, Konis was recognized by other powers as a sovereign state.
Haskium citizens must now go through lengthy bureaucratic procedures to enter Konis.
A man like him was practically a crown prince in Konis. He couldn't care less about Haskium, let alone the insignificant Arielle standing right in front of him.
To Georgie, Arielle's beauty was utterly captivating. In all his years, whether in Konis or Haskium, he had never laid eyes on such a breathtaking woman.