Chapter 366


    Of course, Mr. Mills was here for something. He flushed and could say nothing, but thinking to himself


    that Nicole and her grandma were birds of a feather, as they both talked in such a way that it often


    mortified him.


    “I’m fine. Please get on with your things. I will just look around the Royal Creek Institute’s campus


    alone,” he said in a low voice.


    Nicole was standing beside Mrs. Wace Sr. and nced at Mr. Mills with a smirk, then said coldly,


    “Then I’ll go with Grandma now. You have a good time, Mr. Mills.”


    After saying so and without looking back, Nicole helped her grandmother to her ssroom to get her


    school bag.


    This time, not even Mrs. Wace Sr. looked back at Mr. Mills.


    Mr. Mills stood on the spot, only to feel that Nicole had changed when she came to San Joto, and had


    be so difficult to reason with, and that she had started to disrespect him just because she was a


    member of the Riddle family. He looked at Nicole with resentment before turning around and walking


    out.


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    Nicole was back in the ssroom, packing her things into the school bag. Many of her ssmates


    gawked at Mrs. Wace Sr. who was outside the ssroom.


    They had never seen someone in such ragged clothes before, as their parents were all well-dressed.


    One of the boys chuckled. He was sitting to Nicole’s diagonal front and saw Mrs. Wace Sr. even had


    a patch on her clothes. He whispered his discovery to those around him, and soon it spread like


    wildfire, and everyone in the ssroom started to gape at Mrs. Wace Sr. with a hint of mockery in


    their eyes.


    “Nicole, who is this homeless person? Why did you bring someone like her to school?” Nicole’s hand,


    carrying the school bag, froze in motion. She turned back to look at the boy, who was sitting in the third


    row, studying well, but prone to judge people by their appearance.


    Hearing his words, Nicole’s face instantly turned frosty. She put down her school bag and walked


    toward him, giving the boy a bone-chilling stare, as if there were countless ice spikes piercing into his


    blood.


    She stood in front of the boy with an indifferent look in her eyes.


    “Apologize to my grandma,” she said.


    They did not know that the olddy was Nicole’s grandmother.


    They all had a deploring look on their faces, wondering why the olddy was dressed this way and did


    not look having anything to do with the Riddle family. In their eyes, such a person was no different from


    a beggar. But Nicole said this olddy was her grandmother. They wondered if Nicole was not afraid of


    being mocked, too.


    Standing at the side, June held her hand tightly. She could understand the feeling too well, as she


    looked at Mrs. Wace Sr. helpless look and seemingly saw the helpless and wronged expression on


    her mother’s face when her mother sent her to school and got ostracized by the rich parents.


    June stood up in defiance of the disgusted nces of those people and walked toward Mrs.


    Wace Sr. with a gentle smile.


    “Are you here to see Nicole? We always hear Nicole talk about you, and today we finally see you in


    person.”


    Mrs. Wace Sr. looked at the gentle girl. Feeling a little at ease, she returned a smile.


    Just then, a voice saying malicious words came. It was a boy in the back row, muttering in a low voice,


    “Trying to ce nice? You all are just the same.”


    Right after he said that, someone punched him in the left cheek. The boy was punched so hard that he


    fell right next to the desk with bruises on his left face.


    “Who the hell hit me? I’ll—” grind your treacherous bones to dust. He did not say thest sentence


    because he saw Jack, who had a half-smile across from him.