“You were the one who got me expelled, weren’t you?” she hissed.
“If it weren’t for you, my father wouldn’t have shipped me off abroad, and Logan wouldn’t have been forced to marry you.”
She let out a sharp laugh, her nails tapping rhythmically against the table, her eyes burning with resentment.
“Fiona, do you have any idea what I went through? I spent three years overseas, consumed with revenge, thinking about how I’d make you pay, until Logan told me the truth.”
Her voice dripped with venom as she slammed her palm against the table, making the glasses rattle.
“I’ve waited for this moment.”
Despite the intensity in her gaze, I remained calm, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
“You’re right,” I said smoothly. “I reported you.”
Adeline’s jaw tightened.
“And I’d do it again,” I continued. “You were a menace, picking fights, breaking someone’s leg. You think that kind of thing should go unpunished?” I leaned back, unbothered. “Every single time you crossed the line, I made sure someone knew.”
Her eyes flashed, fury curling her lips. “I almost admire your confidence, Fiona.”
Then her expression shifted, dark amusement flickering across her face.
“But do you know why I called you here tonight?” She snapped her fingers. “This isn’t just some class reunion, I’m here to settle the score.”
The booth door burst open.
A dozen men in black stormed in, their bulky frames blocking the exit. Their expressions were unreadable, but the message was clear.
I let out a slow breath, unfazed, my fingers lazily tapping against the table.
“Adeline,” I said, my tone almost amused. “I’m giving you one last chance. Think this through.”
“If you touch me tonight, you won’t be able to handle what comes next.”
Her little entourage erupted in laughter.
“Did you hear that? Fiona actually thinks she’s untouchable!”
“A nobody like her going up against the Liu family? That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all night!”
The rest of our former classmates wasted no time piling on, eager to please Adeline.
Logan, ever the spineless coward, sneered. “Fiona, quit running your mouth. Who do you think you are?” He crossed his arms. “Forget Adeline, any one of us could put you in your place.”
I exhaled slowly, then reached for my wedding ring.
With a soft clink, I set it down on the table.
“Logan, as of this moment, you and I have nothing to do with each other.”
Then I turned to Adeline, my voice steady.
“And as for you, whatever happens tonight, you’ll pay for it.”
She let out a bark of laughter. “You? Make me pay?”
Adeline gestured around the room, her confidence soaring.
“Look around, Fiona. I run this place. Even if I beat you to death right here, no one would dare stop me.”
The crowd erupted in laughter again. I scanned the familiar faces, a bitter sense of disappointment settling in my chest.
So this is what they call “classmates,” huh?
I had always been the top student, always patient, always willing to help. And now? They were tripping over themselves to tear me down, desperate to stay on Adeline’s good side.
Pathetic.
Seeing my silence, Adeline thought she had me cornered. She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with cruelty.
“Here’s the deal, Fiona. You either get on your knees and apologize in front of everyone, ” she smirked, “or we break your legs, and you crawl out of here.”
I met her gaze, my voice turning ice-cold.
“Adeline, you’ve been playing queen for too long. Do you really think you’re untouchable?”
Instead of backing off, she scoffed.
“Look at the men behind me. Any one of them could take you down in seconds.” She flipped her hair, eyes filled with disdain. “Quit the tough act. Even if the king himself walked through that door, you would still be the one kneeling.”
And just like that, the booth door swung open.
The room fell into dead silence.
A man stepped inside.
The moment Adeline saw him, her entire demeanor shifted. She stiffened, her smug expression vanishing. She quickly adjusted her dress, forcing a smile as she stepped forward, her voice suddenly syrupy sweet.
“Mr. Jack! What a surprise, what brings you here?”
The second she said his name, the color drained from everyone’s faces.
Logan shrank back, his cocky attitude evaporating.
Meanwhile, I remained seated, still tapping my fingers against the table.
Jack’s gaze swept across the room, slow and deliberate.
Then, in a low, commanding voice, he asked:
“Whose Porsche is parked outside?”
