Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master!-Chapter 130: You Can’t Keep Up with Her
"I really have never met someone like this before."
On the way back, Aurora Sutton complained, "I really didn’t expect them to think I’m someone who looks down on the poor and favors the rich."
Honestly, she never thought Ronan Chandler was in such a bad condition.
Truth be told, in school, not many could match her in terms of conditions.
Does she look down on everyone?
"That’s how the world is. Sometimes having money is the original sin."
As the bird gets bigger, it meets all kinds of trees. Thea Shaw was already used to it.
Aurora Sutton was surprised by Thea Shaw’s reaction: "I thought you always had a rather quiet personality."
She occasionally showed some liveliness, but she didn’t expect her to be so tough today.
It didn’t quite match her usual demeanor.
Thea Shaw said, "Actually, I’ve always been like this. I was quite mischievous when I was in the countryside."
She’s a pretty ordinary person, just like living a simple and peaceful life in the countryside before, and after coming back, she’d sometimes feel a sense of inequity compared to Aurora Sutton.
She’s just normal, but after being honed in the Women’s Respect Country, her horizons and experiences expanded, and she had different views on many things. At heart, she was still the same Thea Shaw.
Personality is engraved in one’s bones and doesn’t change easily.
Like today’s situation, it purely insulted her intelligence, and she couldn’t bear it anymore.
Aurora Sutton suddenly understood: "I see."
This is actually great; Thea Shaw was more lively and spirited, and she seemed to have a deeper understanding of Thea Shaw.
Unlike before, there was always some inexplicable awkwardness between them.
Upon returning upstairs, Zia Sutton was eating the fruit Mrs. Sutton had peeled and immediately asked upon seeing them return, "How did it go, how did it go?"
Aurora Sutton smiled and said, "Not much, we broke up."
She still felt a bit downhearted, and the smile on her face wasn’t very apparent as she spoke.
Zia Sutton, however, felt overjoyed.
If it were allowed, he would’ve set off firecrackers to celebrate.
His sister, was she anything that such a brainless person deserved?
Mrs. Sutton was also satisfied but didn’t provoke Aurora Sutton further. She subtly shifted the topic, "I see you’re not seriously hurt, and the doctor said you could be discharged immediately. How do you plan to resolve this matter?"
Zia Sutton looked towards Aurora Sutton. He initially thought of course they should report it to the police, but on second thought, their breakup was a satisfactory result.
So he said, "Forget it. I already beat up that bastard; let’s let it slide this time."
Ronan Chandler hadn’t the nerve to demand medical expenses; otherwise, Zia Sutton would definitely report the asunto to the police.
Money wasn’t the key issue; the key was if Ronan Chandler dared to do something like this, why should they give him any face?
They were the ones who started it!
Mrs. Sutton said, "You decided that on your own. I won’t interfere, but if something like this happens again, I’ll let your father handle it, understood?"
Zia Sutton and Aurora Sutton shrank their necks, not daring to speak.
Mr. Sutton seemed gentle and cultured, but being in business, if he were to handle this minor school issue, his methods wouldn’t be simple at all.
By then, none of them would have an easy time.
Thea Shaw was still sighing, "Schools really have so much drama, choosing not to go to school was the right decision."
Studying at home with a tutor, pausing anytime, how great is that!
Zia Sutton couldn’t help but feel a bit envious: "I also wish I could be like Thea, studying at home."
Mrs. Sutton said, "You can’t compare with Thea. She’s only been at it a short time, and her progress nearly covers half of your semester, you can’t keep up with her."
Though it was just first-year college basics, Thea Shaw’s pace was so quick, she’d already covered over half of what an ordinary person would in a whole semester.
