Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 886: Trouble The driver arrived promptly. To perfectly execute Miss Aveline's instructions, he deliberately cdressed as a janitor, wearing an orange uniform he had purchased by the roadside for two hundred dollars. The bright color made him stand out as he walked across campus, eventually arriving at the homeroom teacher's office right on time.

Miss Hartwell, seeing the man in his fifties wearing the janitor's uniform, adjusted her glasses. Judging from Aveline's refined demeanor and appearance, she doubted this man could be her father. But then again, perhaps Aveline resembled her mother more. "Ahem, are you Aveline's parent?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm... uh... Aveline's guardian," the driver replied, not daring to claim he was her father.

"Since you're her father, let's discuss what happened. Your daughter beat mine so badly she looks unrecognizable. What do you plan to do about it?" Liora's father, noticing how frail and non-threatening the man appeared, raised his voice, assuming he could intimidate him.

The driver's professional instincts kicked in. He immediately bowed at a ninety-degree angle. "I'm deeply sorry. My child has caused you trouble." His apologetic attitude caught Liora's father off guard, momentarily deflating his anger. Miss Hartwell quickly intervened to mediate. "Since it wasn't intentional, perhaps we can settle this matter amicably." "Amicably? That's easy for you to say. Who's going to pay for my daughter's medical expenses?" Liora's father finally revealed his true concern.

"So it's about money," the driver thought, unfazed. Before Liora's father could escalate further, he pulled out a stack of cash. "Of course, we'll cover the costs. Here's ten thousand dollars-will that suffice?" The fact that someone who worked as a driver for the Bafamily could casually take out ten thousand dollars left Liora's father stunned. He had only spent a few dollars on sointment for bruising at the clinic last night. Initially, he had hoped to get a few hundred, maybe a thousand, out of the situation. He never expected the man to hand over ten thousand without hesitation.

Sensing the shift in the situation, Aveline quickly stepped in. "Dad, that ten thousand is your entre quar terry sardry. Isosorry-uthsas-anny aunt" The driver caught on immediately. "Aveline, you must focus on your studies and avoid causing trouble at school in the future." "I will," Aveline replied solemnly.

Miss Hartwell, moved by their apparent financial hardship, interjected, "Liora's father, don't you think ten thousand is a bit much? Aveline's family clearly has it tough- perhaps you could reconsider..." "My daughter's face is practically ruined! Ten thousand is nothing! If I weren't being considerate of their situation, I'd be asking for far more. Let this be a lesson-if there's a next time, I won't be so forgiving!" Liora's father, worried they might ask for the money back, quickly grabbed his wife and left.

Miss Hartwell sighed, recognizing that Liora's father had taken advantage of the situation. She turned to Aveline. "Aveline, take this as a lesson. If anyone picks on you in the future, don't try to handle it yourself-ctoinstead." "Thank you, Miss Hartwell. I'll head back to class now." "Alright." The driver also seized the opportunity to leave, relieved that he hadn't made any mistakes. Otherwise, Miss Aveline might have fired him on the spot.

Due to Aveline's excellent track record and outstanding performance at school, Miss Hartwell hadn't punished her harshly. Instead, she felt a twinge of sympathy, assuming Aveline's family must have been struggling financially.

At the school gate, the driver wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Miss Aveline, did I handle it well?" "You did a great job. I'll make sure Dad gives you a raise this month. But if this happens again, you'll have to helpout again, okay?" "Again?" The driver, who had been smiling at the prospect of a raise, froze.

"Of course. Anyway, you must have other work to do, Mr. Johnson. I won't keep you any longer." The driver watched Aveline's retreating figure, marveling at how composed and mature she was for her age-too mature, in fact.

While Aveline had resolved the immediate issue, a new rumor began to spread like wildfire: her father was a janitor. This revelation provided the gossiping girls with ample ammunition. They had always thought Aveline's life seemed too perfect. Hearing about her supposedly humble background made them feel vindicated and eager to exploit her perceived weakness.

"Aveline, was that janitor your dad?" "How can you say that? Even if Mr. Bareally is a janitor, you shouldn't bring it up- it's so rude!" "Hmph, you just said 'janitor' too. Besides, there's no shin being a janitor. They clean our streets every day- it's an honorable job." They deliberately mentioned the word "janitor" around her, hoping to provoke skind of reaction. A more insecure child might have felt humiliated or ashamed, but they underestimated Aveline. Even if her father truly were a janitor, she wouldn't have cared. She had never looked down on any profession.

"You're being noisy," Aveline said calmly before walking away.

"Look, she's mad. Ha! Turns out even Aveline Baisn't perfect. Her dad's a janitor!" "Right? I always thought her parents must work in government or something. But if her dad's a janitor, maybe her mom's a dishwasher-that would suit them." "Ha ha ha!" Their laughter echoed behind her, but Aveline ignored it. Even if it were true, so what? Every job deserved respect. Those janitors had families too.

Although the incident with Lioral slowly faded from memory them rumor about her father being a janitor took on a life of its own, becoming the latest hot topic at school. After class, Aveline headed to her usual meeting spot around the corner, where Orion was waiting for her.

Suddenly, an Audi pulled up beside her. Dorian rolled down the window. "Aveline, letgive you a ride home."

Clearly, he had heard the rumors about her family and now emboldened.

felt m Even if she didn't like him now, he believed he could win her over eventually. "No, thank you." Aveline walked ahead a few steps, but Dorian followed.

"Aveline, it's not safe for a girl to walk halone. Lettake you." "I said no." This time, she didn't even look back.

"Follow her," Dorian instructed his eup.

driver, unwilling to give up. He m wanted to find out where she lived so he could pick her up every day and impress her. Aveline glanced at the Audi out of the corner of her eye and pulled out her phone to call Orion.

Moments later, several cars surrounded the Audi, forcing it to a stop. Aveline seized the opportunity to get into Orion's car.

"This is so annoying," she muttered. For the first time, she regretted transferring to this school.

Back at her previous school, where all the students cfrom wealthy families, none of this nonsense would have happened.

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