Chapter 80 Do You Dare to Beat Me?
Nancy wore cheap clothes at school yesterday, but today she was wearing a costly limited edition outfit. Ordinary girls couldn’t see the change of her clothes.
But there lived a socialite in their dorm room. She immediately noticed the change of Nancy’s clothes.
Without saying a word, Nancy stood up, ready to leave with her suitcase.
Fiona Collins, however, stepped in front of her, blocking her way. She glanced with contempt at Nancy’s cheap suitcase and sneered, “You already have a sugar–daddy. What do you need these cheap things for?”
Afterwards, she signaled to two girls who quickly snatched Nancy’s suitcase.
Nancy lifted her head to glare at Fiona, “What do you want to do?”
“Nothing.” Fiona smiled maliciously, “I simply hate mistresses most, especially those women who, for money, don’t hesitate to ruin others‘ families. Nancy, you make me sick!”
No sooner had she finished speaking, she instructed two girls, “I don’t think she will wear the clothes in this suitcase again. Throw it down from the building! Let everyone know that Nancy is shameless!”
Upon hearing that, the two girls sneered. They grabbed away Nancy’s suitcase, then walked towards the balcony.
Nancy clenched her fists and shouted, “Fiona! Firstly, I’m not kept as a mistress by anyone. Secondly, I haven’t ruined anyone’s family. Tell them to stop, or don’t blame me for…”
“For what?” Fiona sneered more arrogantly, Don’t tell me you dare to beat me?”
As she said that, she raised her chin arrogantly, “My dad is…”
Before she could finish, there was a crisp slap across her face.
“I don’t care who your father is!” Nancy shouted, shaking her slightly aching hand, “If you mess with me, I’ll make you regret it!”
The slap shocked not only Fiona but also the other two girls.
Everyone knew that Fiona was a bully in the school. She always picked fights with other girls. Once, a girl wore a similar dress to Fiona’s but it was a knock–off. It disgraced her, so she publicly stripped off the girl’s dress with the aid of her two minions.
How dared Nancy to beat her?
Fiona, covering her red face, burst into tears, “Very well, Nancy! I’ll tell my dad to kill you!”
“Heh..”
Nancy turned around, got her suitcase back from the other two girls, then she stood once again in front of Fiona,
“Why can’t you stop talking about your dad, Fiona? You’re so proud of having a rich dad! Just try