"Who are you calling ''old hag''?" Yelena''s smile vanished, reced by an angry re.


    "You, obviously," Qadir shrugged with a provocative smirk. "Who else here looks like an old hag?"


    Ynda had to stifle augh. She had long grown tired of Yelena lording her superior family background over her. It was about time someone put her in her ce. ying it smart, Ynda stood back silently to watch the show.


    "You-!" Fuming, Yelena raised her good hand to p J, deciding to take out her frustrations on her. The car ident had left her with a lot of pent-up anger, and J was unlucky enough to be the nearest target.


    But before her hand could connect, her wrist was caught in a firm grip. Yelena followed the arm up and saw the girl, Juniper, holding her wrist with one hand while calmly popping a piece of meat into her mouth with the other. Her expression was as cid as still water.


    "You must be the orphan that mistress brought home, right?" Yelena struggled against the grip, unafraid. "No wonder J can afford a ce like this. It''s because you''re footing the bill. I heard you snagged a rich boyfriend. But isn''t he... older than your father?"


    Qadir and the others exchanged confused nces. Mr. Schwartz was old?


    "If you don''t want me to expose your dirty little secrets, you''d better mind your own business," Yelena threatened.


    "A mistress?" Juniper finished chewing, dropped her utensils on the table, and slowly turned her head. Her clear, cold eyes fixed on Yelena. "Everyone knows that less than three months after Ezra''s first wife died, he married a new one. And funnier still, when the new wife moved in, she''d been pregnant longer than the first wife had been dead."


    Yelena''s face went deathly pale. She stared at Juniper in disbelief. How could she possibly know that? No one outside of her parents had ever been told.


    "Let go of my hand," Yelena swallowed hard, ncing nervously at the surrounding tables. Many of the diners were students from Ecfara High. If they heard this, her reputation at school would be ruined.


    "Oh, by the way," Juniper said, not only refusing to let go but tightening her grip, her voice rising in pitch. "Yelena, are you aware that your own mother might be the real mistress here?"


    Ynda and Yelena''s male followers looked at each other, stunned. All they knew was that Yelena was the sole, esteemed youngdy of the Wilcoxfamily. They''d never heard anything about a mistress If that was true, how dare she parade around calling J the daughter of one?


    "You''re lying!" Yelena thrashed, but couldn''t break free. She desperately called out


    to her friends, “Are you all just going to stand there? Get her off me!"


    "Let go of Yelena!" The boys finally snapped out of it and rushed forward, eager to y the hero.


    "Thump-"


    Before they could even get close, Juniper dispatched them with a swift kick each, sending them sprawling into a corner, unable to get up.


    "Tsk. Skinny as rails and they want to be heroes?" she thought. "Kicking them just got my new shoes dirty. What a waste!"


    Yelena felt as if her wrist was about to snap. Tears of pain streamed down her face. "Call the police! Somebody call the police!"


    She was going to have her father destroy these two bitches!


    "Fine by me," Juniper said with a slight arch of her eyebrow and a faint smile. "Qadir, copy down what just said and post it on the Era High online forum. Let everyone the dignity of Ms. Wilcox, the mistress''s daughter."