Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 39 Did Not Succeed

Chapter 39 Did Not Succeed

June Williams and the others looked at the sports car, all showing expressions of indignation.

"Uncle Smith is really partial. He bought her such an expensive sports car just after she came back," Amelia said angrily.

Knowing that they misunderstood, Linda did not explain.

"This car is a limited-edition Bugatti, and it's very expensive. Uncle Smith is really generous," said Sarah cynically.

June put her hands on her hips, "Seeing how proud she is, I really want to tear her face apart."

Noticing Linda's uneasy expression, the others comforted her.

"Linda, don't be angry. A small-minded man who is proud is destined to be rejected by others."

"She is showing off now, and we're going to make her a sensation," Sarah said with a smile on her face, "I heard that Arthur is going to stand up for Cecelia."

"Arthur is the worst. I wonder what he will do to Roslin."

"Go and see."

Their faces were full of gloat at the mention of this.

The three of them dragged poor little Linda away.

Roslin parked the car in the parking lot for the teaching staff. The security guard turned a blind eye to this. Even the college management would not dare to offend people who could afford this kind of

car, let alone the security guard. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Many people looked at and whispered about the sports car along the way.

A group of people were squatting in the corridor on the third floor of the college building. Someone saw Roslin coming and shouted to the people behind, "Tom, Roslin is here. Hurry up."

They stared closely at Roslin. There were many people around them who were also paying attention to Roslin. In the eyes of these people, one could clearly see the faint look of expectation and evil.

When Roslin raised her foot downstairs and was about to walk up the steps, a basin of black ink fell right above her head.

The sound of splashing water echoed, and the streams of black ink instantly merged into a river and meandered through.

"Hahahaha!"

A loud laugh came from the third floor, but it stopped abruptly as soon as it started.

"Where's she?" Arthur looked at the empty steps and turned to question those around him.

David and the others looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Where is she?"

The onlookers in the corridor were all at a loss.

"She was still there just now. Why is she not there suddenly?"

"Could it be that we were dazzled just now, and she wasn't there at all?"

...

When the people on the third floor were puzzled, someone cued, "She has gone upstairs."

Just as this sentence was finished, a slender figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.

When Arthur saw Roslin's clean body, annoyance flashed across his eyes, "Damn it, she escaped it."

Arthur felt somewhat unhappy.

His goddess was watching at the side.

He kicked hard at Jerry who was next to him, and cursed angrily, "You're good for nothing. You can't even pour water on the target."

Jerry was wronged. He retorted in a low voice, "David didn't cue at the right time. His cue was late."

David was displeased, "I cued when I clearly saw her walking up the steps. Obviously, you were slow so we missed her."

"It was you giving the cue late. You should have cued me before she went up the steps. Don't you know it takes time for water to fall?"

When the two were arguing, Arthur reprimanded impatiently, "Shut up. Luckily, I have a backup plan. Otherwise, we'll be the ones who are embarrassed.”