OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 518: A Girl's Revenge

Chapter 518: A Girl's Revenge



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A Few Hours Later

I stood outside his door, my heart hammering in my chest.

I didn't know why I was so nervous; it was just him.

Emir.

The man who seemed to live to make my life harder.

I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms.

I wouldn't let him see me like this.

Not after the way he'd messed with my test score just to spite me.

Yeah, that was right, I didn't say anything back in the class, but I knew that he played with my

score.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have ranked so low... I'm sure of it.

Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked, but then, before I could say anything, the door quickly slid open.

Emir, sat behind his desk, looked up, just briefly, and I saw that usual look on his face-the one that didn't care about anything or anyone.

He didn't even look surprised to see me, like he knew I was coming.

Of course, he'd know.

He'd probably been waiting for me to storm in, all smug because he'd gotten under my skin. "Why did you do it?"

I started, voice louder than I meant it to be, but I didn't care.

"Why'd you give such a low rank? I deserve to be among the top ten at least."

He didn't answer, just kept looking at me with that blank face of his, like he had all the time in the world.

I took a step closer, narrowing my eyes.

"You know what? I get it. You wanted to make me quit, didn't you? Stop trying. That's why you did it. You just want me to give up and go home so you can sit back and say, 'Oh look, she couldn't handle it.' But guess what?"

I leaned over his desk, pointing a finger at him.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to show you that I can handle it. I'll show you who's stronger here, and it's not you."

""

Silence.

He didn't say a word.

He didn't move.

He just sat there, staring at me like I was some nuisance that interrupted his day, a bug that aimlessly flew around him.

I was ready for him to say something, anything, to defend himself, explain why he'd been so cruel, or to attack me like he usually did.

But when he finally spoke, it wasn't what I expected. Not at all.

"A... pathetic sight you are."

I blinked, taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

His voice was as cold as ice, his tone mocking, like he wasn't even talking to me but at me, cutting me down with every word.

"Being cold is a basic skill of a Celestial, yet look at you."

Finally, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes, something almost like regret.

But his words shattered whatever hope I had.

"No, well, I did feel bad though... when he started crying like a little bitch. Yeah, that's when I

felt bad."

Ah... this bastard.

I tried to keep it together, but the hurt was too much.

I felt my knees wobble, and before I knew it, tears blurred my vision.

I choked out a sob, biting my lip to keep from breaking down completely.

He watched me for a second, then slid a napkin across the desk toward me.

"Get out."

I grabbed the napkin, but I didn't leave.

I stayed there, my shoulders shaking, not caring anymore about hiding how hurt I was.

I stayed because I needed answers. I stayed because I couldn't walk away without knowing.

"If you hate me so much, then why?"

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Why are you sponsoring me?"

For the first time, I saw something in his eyes, a hint of surprise.

He hadn't expected me to figure it out.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

I asked, anger replacing my sadness.

"You might think I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid. I'm not that stupid!"

He just stared at me, and I felt my heart pounding, words spilling out before I could stop

them.

"I mean, who would sponsor a nobody like me? No one would, I know that. I always thought it might be you, but now I know. I'm sure it's you. But why?... Why?"

The last word came out like a plea, like I was begging him to give me something, anything to

hold onto.

But he just watched me, that cold mask never changing.

"Is it because of your guilt?"

I spat, the anger boiling over.

"Is that it? Then stop! I don't need your damn feelings!"

With that, I threw the napkin back onto his desk, a symbol of everything he'd put me through,

and I stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

But as I left, as the anger slowly faded, a feeling of emptiness settled in.

I felt like I'd lost something, something I couldn't get back.

I didn't even notice Sofia standing there in the hallway, watching me with wide eyes.

I didn't care. I just needed to get away. Away from him, from everything.

But, deep down, I knew... I couldn't run forever.