Chapter 82
“1” Carina’s eyes welled up with tears, a mix of embarrassment and anger coloring her cheeks.
“Flora, don’t be too harsh. It was just a game, you know? Why take it so seriously!” May quickly stepped in, picking up the shirt Carina had slipped off and helping her back into it.
“Exactly, it was all in good fun. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Did you really want Carina to strip completely?”
“That’s disgusting. Carina is her cousin, and yet she can be so cruel!”
Both the guys and girls rallied to Carina’s defense.
“If you love stripping so much, why don’t you do it?”
“You’re just trashy at heart and are loving the attention, aren’t you?”
With her cheeks flushed, Carina draped her jacket around her shoulders. She became the victim, while everyone cast Flora as the villain.
Flora found it utterly ridiculous.
Their tune was quite different from the one in her past life when she had been the laser. They all demanded she strip, even going so far as to tear at her clothes themselves.
Now with Carina, the narrative changed.
“We had an agreement. Whoever loses strips until they have nothing left. If you can’t handle the game, don’t play.”
“Are you out of your mind? Can’t you tell it was just a joke?”
Carina was in tears, and May couldn’t help but scold Flora.
The others quickly gathered to comfort Carina
Flora couldn’t stand it any longer, feeling nauseous. She needed to leave.
She strode out to the hallway, seeking fresh ait, but before she could take a few breaths, someone she didn’t want to see appeared before her.
Having drunk too much, Aaron looked pale, his eyes bloodshot but fixed on her with intensity. “Flora, you did that on purpose, you? You’re good at the game but kept losing on purpose!”
didn’t
“Yes. So what?”
Aaron was caught off guard by her straightforward admission, expecting some excuse. “Flora, what are you trying to say!” He was livid. “Isn’t this your specialty?” Flora’s gaze, cold and piercing, met his. “After all, you’ve played me like this before.”
“You-”
Aaron felt his heart skip a beat under her stare.
“… I did do you wrong before, but I’ve said I would change. Can’t we just stop this?”
He rarely sounded so humbled, not as an admission of his past wrongs but because he still needed something from Flora.
Flora laughed, “Aaron, do you know what you remind me of tonight?”
“What?” Aaron asked reflexively
“A desperate prostitute.” Her smile brightened. “Though, to be fait, you don’t quite fit the bill in looks or build.”
With that, she pulled out a stack of crisp bills from her purse and slapped them onto Aaron’s chest. “Considering we’re classmates, I can’t let you walk away empty–handed. Here, take this as a tip. It should cover your living expenses for a month.”
With those final words, Flora turned and left.
Behind her, Aaron’s face turned stormy, and his hands clenched tightly around the money.
Furious to the core, he watched her leaving figure, his bloodshot eyes filled with a vengeful glare.
Even after he had swallowed his pride, she still humiliated him! Did having some money really make her believe she was above everyone else?
“Flora, you will regret this, he thought fiercely. “You’ll definitely regret this…”
