?Chapter 449:
Then, as if the universe couldn’t let things rest, Mnie’s voice sliced through the hush, dripping contempt like venom from a fang. “He really is a reflection of his…”
“Surroundings,” she said coolly. “Stick with ss Three, and you’ll pick up their worst habits.”
She looked directly at Ethan and continued without hesitation, “Someone acts like a model student, but in the end, he just wastes his time on games.”
She hadn’t raised her voice, but somehow, her words carried. A few of herpanions added fuel to the fire, like crows circling a wounded animal.
“Exactly! A person’s true nature only shows when you’re close enough to see it,” one chimed in.
“Right,” added another. “Our ss is about ambition, not distractions. Who’s got time for silly games?”
To Ethan, every word felt like a stone skipping across raw nerves. One by one, they chipped away at hisposure.
His face drained of color. Hastily, he closed the login screen, his fingers fumbling as he shoved the phone into his pocket.
Marisa’s eyes hardened to ice. Her gaze scanned the culprits, freezing them where they stood. Rage simmered just beneath her skin, cold and sharp.
The girls shrank back, retreating behind Mnie as if her shadow could shield them.
Mnie, however, stood her ground. She met Marisa’s gaze with equal force, her defiance unwavering.
The tension between them sparked like flint on steel — silent, dangerous, inevitable.
Without flinching, Marisa moved toward Mnie’s desk, each step measured and deliberate. Mnie squared her shoulders, standing tall as though daring the storm to strike.
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Everyone knew that after that incident, Mnie and Ethan simply didn’t mix. Yet, Marisa showed up almost every day, standing guard during every break like a bouncer. She was clearly challenging Mnie, treating her so-called queen bee status as if it were a joke.
For a long time, Mnie had thought that Marisa was an eyesore.
“You’ve got some guts,” Marisa said, tilting her head with a cold smirk before walking off.
Mnie sneered inwardly. “So, this is the damn Marisa everyone’s scared of? What a disappointment.”
Just as Mnie was about to take a seat, she heard a loud crash. Marisa had kicked the chair behind her. If Mnie hadn’t reacted quickly enough, she would have crashed to the floor in front of everyone.
“Marisa, what the heck are you doing?!” Mnie snapped, spinning around to re at her.
Marisa shrugged, barely bothered. “Nothing. It’s just a bad habit. I enjoy kicking chairs.”
“You!” Mnie’s face turned bright red with anger. She hadn’t expected Marisa to be not just arrogant, butpletely out of her mind. While everyone else might’ve been intimidated by Marisa, Mnie wasn’t. After all, her father was Hurst.
“What? Did I say something wrong?” Mnie scoffed. “If you want to waste your life ying games, go hang out with the losers. Some people just don’t belong here! This is ss One!” The final remark was clearly directed at Ethan.
Ethan’s face flushed with embarrassment. He bowed his head, wishing he could vanish into thin air.
Marisa gave Ethan a quick nce before locking eyes with Mnie, her gaze cold as ice.
“You really think gaming is that pointless?” Marisa smirked, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “I get it now. You call gaming a waste because you’re terrible at it, right?”
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