She lowered her head and whispered where only I could hear,
“Lily, what are you so smug about? Can’t you see? When it comes down to a choice, Ethan always picks me. Every time I see you with him, it makes me sick.”
But the next second, her smug smile froze—
and a scream of agony tore from her throat.
I had pulled out my self-defense knife and driven it into her left shoulder, steady and precise.
As her face twisted in shock, I sneered coldly.
“Feeling better now?”
The onlookers, who had been waiting for drama, went wide-eyed.
Whispers broke out.
“Never thought Lily was so ruthless. She looked soft, but she’s deadly.”
“Proves you can’t underestimate anyone—especially not her.”
“Chloe’s in for it now. No way she’s walking this off.”
…
“Lily Evans, you bitch!”
Chloe Miller spat the words through clenched teeth.
The next second, my fist slammed into her, knocking out two of her front teeth. Blood poured down her chin.
“Say that again?”
Chloe clutched her mouth, unable to speak.