The Queen Back From Hell - Chapter 74: Chapter 74
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She sneered, "What a pretentious act! That trashy country bumpkin can barely read, yet she's putting on this whole studious act. Bet she's just trying to get James's attention."
Hearing this, the girls all looked confused. Emma Wilson asked, "What kind of approach is that? James isn't just anybody, he hits people regardless of gender. Are you saying she actually wants to get with him?"
Sophia nodded as the girls huddled closer, whispering in hushed tones. "Yeah, no guts, no glory. James's met all kinds, but someone this tough? Never. See, her little stunt totally caught his eye."
Rachel White's eyes widened with sudden realization.
"Oh! I get it now, she's totally playing hard to get, trying to make James even more obsessed with her. She's provoked him twice, yet he didn't lay a finger on her. That's definitely suspicious," she said.
Olivia sneered, "Trash will always be trash. Scheming to seduce men, desperate to get the campus king to back her up, has she even looked at herself? Some nobody from the backwater thinks she can turn into a princess just by putting on designer clothes? Keep dreaming."
Olivia gnashed her teeth, glaring daggers at the figure behind her. "If only I could march over there and slap her a few times," she fumed.
But with such a huge gap in strength, all she could do was talk smack.
At the Bradford Mansion.
Meredith nestled coquettishly in Sharon's arms, showing off her new watch as she sweetly thanked her.
"Thank you for the gift, Mommy!" Meredith cooed.
Sharon gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her daughter's ear, her face full of adoration. "No need to thank me, darling. As long as my precious girl is happy."
When they saw Arielle return, the two of them instantly fell silent in unison.
Meredith made a show of hiding her new watch behind her back, pausing just long enough for Arielle to notice before tucking it away.
But Arielle didn't even look at her.
All Meredith wanted was to show off how much Sharon favored her, buying her a watch worth a fortune.
She thought, 'So what if you're the real daughter, Arielle? Mom still loves me more. She'll never care about you.'
Seeing Arielle head straight upstairs without so much as a glance, Sharon jabbed a finger toward the staircase and snapped, "Look at that attitude! Is she blind or just plain rude? She walked right past me and didn't even bother to say hello!"
Meredith quickly stepped forward to pat her mother on the back, putting on an anxious expression as she cooed in a saccharine tone. "Mom, don't be angry. I'd feel awful if you made yourself sick over this. That's just how Arielle is. She doesn't really mean it that way. Please don't take it to heart."
Sharon's anger flared even hotter. "That's exactly what she thinks, no respect for her elders! Does she even see me as her mother? What a waste raising such an ungrateful child!"
Meredith was thrilled inwardly but maintained her gentle facade.
She cooed, "Now, now, Mommy, don't scold Arielle. You still have me. When you're old, I'll always be by your side, listen to you, and never give you any trouble."
Hearing her thoughtful words, Sharon's heart melted. In that moment, she wished she could give her daughter every wonderful thing in the world.
That night, Arielle was about to go to bed when there was a knock at her door.
"Who is it?" Arielle called out, her tone cold.
"It's me," Meredith's voice came from the hallway.
"Going to bed. Not receiving," Arielle replied while reaching for the light switch.
Meredith was rebuffed and seething with frustration. She took a deep breath, forcing her tone to stay gentle. "I have something important to discuss. Open the door."
Arielle got up and opened the door a crack, keeping one hand braced against it to block the way.
She made no move to let Meredith in.
"What is it? Speak," Arielle said coldly.
Meredith saw that Arielle had no intention of letting her in. She clenched her hand tighter inside her sleeve.
She thought, 'That bitch! This was clearly my room, but she stole it from me. And now she won't even let me in?'
Hearing this, the girls all looked confused. Emma Wilson asked, "What kind of approach is that? James isn't just anybody, he hits people regardless of gender. Are you saying she actually wants to get with him?"
Sophia nodded as the girls huddled closer, whispering in hushed tones. "Yeah, no guts, no glory. James's met all kinds, but someone this tough? Never. See, her little stunt totally caught his eye."
Rachel White's eyes widened with sudden realization.
"Oh! I get it now, she's totally playing hard to get, trying to make James even more obsessed with her. She's provoked him twice, yet he didn't lay a finger on her. That's definitely suspicious," she said.
Olivia sneered, "Trash will always be trash. Scheming to seduce men, desperate to get the campus king to back her up, has she even looked at herself? Some nobody from the backwater thinks she can turn into a princess just by putting on designer clothes? Keep dreaming."
Olivia gnashed her teeth, glaring daggers at the figure behind her. "If only I could march over there and slap her a few times," she fumed.
But with such a huge gap in strength, all she could do was talk smack.
At the Bradford Mansion.
Meredith nestled coquettishly in Sharon's arms, showing off her new watch as she sweetly thanked her.
"Thank you for the gift, Mommy!" Meredith cooed.
Sharon gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her daughter's ear, her face full of adoration. "No need to thank me, darling. As long as my precious girl is happy."
When they saw Arielle return, the two of them instantly fell silent in unison.
Meredith made a show of hiding her new watch behind her back, pausing just long enough for Arielle to notice before tucking it away.
But Arielle didn't even look at her.
All Meredith wanted was to show off how much Sharon favored her, buying her a watch worth a fortune.
She thought, 'So what if you're the real daughter, Arielle? Mom still loves me more. She'll never care about you.'
Seeing Arielle head straight upstairs without so much as a glance, Sharon jabbed a finger toward the staircase and snapped, "Look at that attitude! Is she blind or just plain rude? She walked right past me and didn't even bother to say hello!"
Meredith quickly stepped forward to pat her mother on the back, putting on an anxious expression as she cooed in a saccharine tone. "Mom, don't be angry. I'd feel awful if you made yourself sick over this. That's just how Arielle is. She doesn't really mean it that way. Please don't take it to heart."
Sharon's anger flared even hotter. "That's exactly what she thinks, no respect for her elders! Does she even see me as her mother? What a waste raising such an ungrateful child!"
Meredith was thrilled inwardly but maintained her gentle facade.
She cooed, "Now, now, Mommy, don't scold Arielle. You still have me. When you're old, I'll always be by your side, listen to you, and never give you any trouble."
Hearing her thoughtful words, Sharon's heart melted. In that moment, she wished she could give her daughter every wonderful thing in the world.
That night, Arielle was about to go to bed when there was a knock at her door.
"Who is it?" Arielle called out, her tone cold.
"It's me," Meredith's voice came from the hallway.
"Going to bed. Not receiving," Arielle replied while reaching for the light switch.
Meredith was rebuffed and seething with frustration. She took a deep breath, forcing her tone to stay gentle. "I have something important to discuss. Open the door."
Arielle got up and opened the door a crack, keeping one hand braced against it to block the way.
She made no move to let Meredith in.
"What is it? Speak," Arielle said coldly.
Meredith saw that Arielle had no intention of letting her in. She clenched her hand tighter inside her sleeve.
She thought, 'That bitch! This was clearly my room, but she stole it from me. And now she won't even let me in?'
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