NovelEnglishChapter 360 At that moment, Liam couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy toward Claire.
Mixed in with his envy was a flicker of resentment.
If someone like Mandy-just a bystander-could becso tough, even a little extreme, because of Claire, then why couldn't Claire herself find the courage to stand up to her own family? Why did she always let herself get trampled on? And now, thanks to Claire, even Mandy's birthday had been ruined.
As Mandy walked away, her figure growing smaller in the distance, Liam couldn't stop himself. He called out after her, his voice echoing down the empty street, "Mandy! Next year, on this day, I promise I'll throw you the biggest birthday party you've ever had!" Mandy froze mid-step. A wave of complicated emotion surged in her chest- something close to gratitude-but in the end, she didn't look back.
Liam would never have imagined that, a year from now, he'd never get the chance to keep that promise.
After that day, life seemed to settle back into an uneasy calm.
Mandy, true to her word, showed up at the Grandeur Hotel every afternoon after school-always on time, always with the air of a strict supervisor-watching over the group in the private suite as they choked down slice after slice of cake.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe 101 Suite, reserved for VIPs, was outfitted with every comfort: a spacious dining area, a lounge, even its own bathroom.
If it weren't, the place would have turned into a revolting, fetid dump after just a few days, considering that this group spent nearly every waking moment there.
For them, this month was nothing short of hell.
Every day, they ate cake until they were sick. And if anyone actually did throw up, Mandy, with all the cruelty of a demon, would force them to eat their own vomit. So they gritted their teeth, fighting the urge to be sick, terrified of the consequences if they failed.
Each person had to finish an entire five-tier cake every day.
Under this relentless torture, they ballooned before each other's eyes, swelling like overinflated balloons. The women, especially Scarlet and her friends in their signature red dresses, had once been the envy of everyone-petite, curvy, obsessed with their looks, each with a wasp waist and hourglass hips.
But after just a month, their weight soared from barely a hundred pounds to one- fifty. The fat cso quickly that their bodies erupted in angry, jagged stretch marks, ugly as centipedes crawling across their skin-far worse than anything seen on a pregnant belly.
They weren't just grotesquely overweight; their health deteriorated, too. Sbecdiabetic. Their beauty and self-confidence, once their greatest weapons, had vanished without a trace.
The men fared no better.
Asher, who'd once been the school's golden boy-tall, athletic, lean-had shot up to two hundred pounds in just a few weeks. The once-handsface in the mirror was now puffy and unrecognizable.
And Mac Brown? He'd always been heavyset, but now he was so obese he could barely stand-reduced to a heap of flesh sprawled on the floor.
Watching them suffer, Mandy finally felt the anger that had been burning in her chest begin to ebb.
She gave a cold, satisfied smile. "Since none of you managed to actually hurt Claire, I'll let you off-for now. But if any of you lay a finger on her ever again, you won't get off so easy next time." They'd all seen what Mandy was capable of. No one dared protest. They nodded frantically, promising to behave, swearing they'd never bother Claire again.
With a contemptuous laugh, Mandy told them to get out.
After a month locked up in that suite, Asher, Mac Brown, and the rest were too terrified to even think about revenge.
Besides, they all knew Claire had Sean in her corner. With the Foster family's wealth and power, trying to get back at her would be suicide.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Scarlet was different. She hid her hatred deep inside.
Her looks had always been her biggest asset-her pride and her weapon. Now, with Ker body ruined of Now, NO she'd lost everything. Gone were the days she could catch the eye of wealthy men with a flirtatious glance.
Rage smoldered in her eyes.
She could do nothing about Mandy, that lunatic-but Claire, that weak little doormat was another story. Sean and Mandy both cared about Claire, didn't they?
Well, when she finished with Claire, those two would learn what ream suffering felt like. The content is on e novelenglish.net! Ha. They'd see.
Mandy. Claire.
Just you wait. I won't let either of you get away with this.
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