"Hahaha," a girl burst out laughing, seeing Evette fall on her hands and knees. It was a laughter of meanness and cruelty.

Girls were jealous, especially of those born to a rich family, with a pretty face and popular among boys. ​​

Evette was very good looking, threateningly, good looking. She had been adored by boys, so she had naturally become the target of jealousy.

The girls took the opportunity, sneered, mocked, and judged her. Evette was embarrassed as well as furious.

Meanwhile, the guys felt sorry for Evette and hurried to help her get up to show their sympathy and loyalty. As long as Evette got to her feet, she grabbed Nathalia's arm and dragged her out of the classroom.

They stopped at a quiet corner where no one was around. Evette slapped Nathalia on her face, quick and sharp. "Nathalia Carter, what did you do to me last night?! Bitch! You set me up!"

Evette had no idea who did it.

Who could it be? Who knocked her out, drugged her, and put her in a room with two guys who had also been drugged?

I'm Evette Carter. I'm beautiful and rich, but I lost my virginity to two guys I don't even like! Who knows if they are clean or not?! What if they carry some sort of disease! AHHHH. Stop! Stop thinking about it!

It was driving Evette mad.

Though she didn't know who did it, she blamed Nathalia for everything anyway.

It's all her fault. She made this happen to me.

Evette was about to slap Nathalia again. Nathalia smiled calmly and put her hand up to stop Evette's hand. Evette felt a shock passed through her hand, and the pain made her stumble backward. She dropped her hand, and her face twisted with pain.

"What's in your hand?" she questioned angrily, eyes wide open.

Nathalia opened her hand, and on her palm sat a little device. She sneered, "Stun stick. Want to try again?"

It was from Spencer. He had prepared her with various self-defense devices. Perhaps he's scared that it will happen again. He's worried. Nathalia thought.

There was a certain coldness in Nathalia's smile. It was evident.

"How... you..." Evette had never seen Nathalia so cold and even scary. "You hurt me intentionally. I will sue you!"

Nathalia waved her hand indifferently, and sternly she said, "Please do. I don't mind telling the police what you did to me last night."

She no longer pretended anything, and there was no point pretending anymore. After what she had experienced last night, she learned that showing them weakness did not gain sympathy or mercy from them. They would hurt her anyway.

So she decided to fight back, face to face.

Evette panicked and shook her head subconsciously. "What do you mean? I have no idea what you are talking about."

Nathalia's lips tilted, and another sneer appeared on her face. Are you still trying to pretend to be innocent? Come on. You had the guts to do it, and now you are scared to admit it. Huh.

She rolled her eyes, looked away impatiently, and then back at Evette, "My poor sister, you are looking awful. Did something bad happen to you last night?"

Every time Evette heard Nathalia call her sister, it gave her a shiver. Evette recalled the nightmare last night, and she couldn't bear it.

"Stop pretending. You mean, selfish bitch. You set me up. I will never ever forgive you!" Evette retorted. However, deep down, she was still confused. She couldn't understand how things turned out this way. It should have been Nathalia in that room, not herself...

Thinking about last night, Nathalia's eyes grew colder. If she had not managed to escape if Spencer didn't show up in time, if... she couldn't dare imagine what would have happened to her.

She was now more confident than ever that she was to revenge.

Evette Carter, Anne Carter, Frank Carter, all of them! One day. Soon.

Nathalia observed Evette. Though she was still wearing the same dress as last night, she had wrapped herself up with a shawl, and she was wearing more makeup than usual as if to hide something from people.

"Oh, did you? Did you do it? Well, I guess it's not something new to you anyway. I'm sure you've done it with many other guys before." Nathalia covered her mouth with her hands, pretending to be surprised and questioned Evette. She made no effort to be kind anymore.

Evette was so enraged that she had forgotten about the weapon in Nathalia's hand, and she lifted her hand up, about to strike again. "Bitch!"

Nathalia sneered and held up the stun stick. Evette quickly withdrew her arm and stepped backward. Ahhhh! Bitch! Cruel! How can she do this to me?! I'm her sister! Brutal.

Evette cursed silently. She had not thought about how she herself had been treating Nathalia.

Nathalia seemed to know what Evette was thinking about, and she said, "Come on. You can abuse others as much as you want, but you can't allow others even to say anything negative about you? I was just wondering if you did fuck someone or get laid. It's true, isn't it? Huh. You should have been more careful, Evette." Nathalia shook her head as if she truly felt sorry for Evette, yet at the same time, she showed Evette a bright smile.

She wanted Evette to know her true feelings. She didn't care to pretend anymore.

Evette's eyes were red with anger, and her voice trembled. "It WAS you! You set me up. You have to tell the press that it was you that was having a threesome..." She demanded like she had done nothing wrong, but instead, she had been wronged.

"Threesome?" Nathalia looked up and down at Evette, frowned, and sighed. "Must be a crazy experience. Evette, why do you have to be like your mother and sleep with any man? It's so sad."

Evette snapped, "Bitch! Shut up!" She wished she could strangle her right there and then. "I'm warning you. If you don't do what I said and tell the press, it was you, and you are going to suffer." She threatened.

Now, dad will believe me that Nathalia set up everything, including the incident with the press before. Evette thought.

Threatened, Nathalia trembled, tears filled her eyes. "Evette, please don't threaten me. We are at least half-sisters. You did such an awful thing, and now you are asking me to take the blame and lie to people. This is unfair. I don't want to be the scapegoat."

Nathalia had suddenly changed her demeanor. She looked innocent and fragile. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Evette was too angry to notice how Nathalia had changed, and she bombarded Nathalia with accusations and curses.

"Don't talk to me about fairness. You don't have a mother. I do. Is that fair? Hahaha. Remember, this is also mum and dad's idea. If you disobey, we will make you suffer. Do you really think you are part of our family? No! You are nothing! Nothing!"

Her face grew twisted as she grew more excited. She looked terrifying, with an ugly sneer on her face, like a murderous character in a horror film.