Legitimate Heir Of The Hunt Family

The Cause

Emilia Watkins was one of the Top 20 beauties of Glowfort University, desired by many male students, both younger and older. Her stunning beauty was accompanied by one of the most captivating smiles to ever grace the university campus.

As a third-year student aiming for a degree in Biochemistry, a program that lasted four years, she was almost done with her studies and already had suitors waiting in line for her. Wealthy suitors, at that! Her allure extended beyond her looks; her intelligence and ambition only added to her appeal, making her a sought-after catch among the university's elite.

The news of Emilia Watkins, one of Glowfort University's most coveted beauties, sharing her first kiss with a "nobody" named Jeffrey Hunt sent shockwaves through the student community.

The campus buzzed with chatter as the news spread like wildfire through Yelp, a widely used social media platform among students. Even Glowfort_ofcl, the university's official page on the platform, couldn't resist featuring the unexpected news.

Whispers and speculation filled the halls as students tried to make sense of the unlikely pairing. Emilia's status as one of the Top 20 beauties of the university only added to the intrigue, making the news even more sensational. Many wondered how someone like Jeffrey could capture the attention of someone like Emilia, sparking debates and discussions that lasted for days.

As a prominent university, Glowfort garnered tens of thousands of traffic with each random post on the platform. However, this post happened to generate even more attention as it crossed hundreds of thousands of views on the first day alone.

Emilia felt embarrassed by the sudden spotlight, especially since she had a good fan base on social media. In an attempt to salvage her reputation, she immediately proceeded to explain, claiming that the kiss was only a dare by her friends. Despite her attempt to downplay the situation, the post continued to attract attention and speculation from students and followers alike.

She had been dared to kiss him, and she'd only done that, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the laughter of her friends echoed in her ears each time she thought back on it.

Jeffrey, however, had other thoughts. He had harbored a crush on Emilia even before they shared that kiss, and the unexpected intimacy had only fueled his desire to be with her. Despite his attempts to win her over, Emilia rejected him time and time again. Undeterred, Jeffrey persisted, his determination fueled by the memory of their kiss and the hope of a future together. However, as Jeffrey's advances continued, Emilia used the excuse of not being ready for a relationship to keep him at bay.

These repeated advances drew attention to both of them again, and many began to speculate that something was going on between the two individuals.

After some background digging, it was brought to light that Jeffrey Hunt was a nobody whose only saving grace was his intellect. He was an orphan who lived with very poor foster parents. Despite his difficult circumstances, Jeffrey had managed to excel academically, earning the respect of his peers and teachers. However, his humble background stood in stark contrast to Emilia's privileged upbringing, leading to even more speculation about the nature of their relationship.

Some concluded that Jeffrey was taking advantage of the kiss to draw closer to Emilia for various reasons, while others concluded that Emilia was simply denying him publicly because of his background.

Neither of those conclusions were accurate, and Emilia was furious about it. She couldn't understand why others would even think they were close. Even after she had gone out to clarify things, the rumors persisted, fueling Emilia's frustration and anger..

Jeffrey also wasn't making things better, and since Emilia couldn't take her anger out on the others, who better than the catalyst?

She patiently waited for the entire thing to die down, biding her time. Now, months later, as they entered their final year, Emilia was ready to strike back. The lingering resentment and frustration had festered within her, fueling her determination to take revenge on Jeffrey for the embarrassment he had caused her.

She had chosen to humiliate Jeffrey a hundred times worse than he had done to her.

Jeffrey resigned from attempting to react to Jamie's attacks, his heart broken at the painful realization. The weight of Emilia's betrayal and the magnitude of her revenge hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him feeling defeated and powerless.

Pa! Pa!

Two more slaps landed on his face, pushing him to frown. He had tolerated enough.

Emilia had told him several times that she wasn't ready for a relationship, but it was now clear to him that she had only said so because of his status and background. To her, he was just a worthless orphan, unworthy of her affection or respect.

The case would have been different if he held status and wealth, and only now did he understand so. The brief glimpse Jeffrey had gotten of Emilia as Jamie landed the third slap on his cheeks was enough for him to understand what was happening.

It wasn't about him as a person; it was about his lack of status and wealth. Emilia had never truly seen him for who he was; she had judged him based on his background and circumstances. And now, as Jamie continued to assault him, Jeffrey realized the harsh reality of his situation and the depth of Emilia's shallow judgment.

He had been hoping that Jamie's slaps would stop and his anger would be quelled, but that didn't seem to be the case at the moment. Jamie looked like he was having fun while humiliating Jeffrey.

As Jamie swung his hand once more, Jeffrey acted on instinct. Before the slap could connect with his face, Jeffrey stopped it by grabbing Jamie's wrist and pulling him towards himself.

"Let's stop here, shall we?" Jeffrey asked with a frown, his voice firm and resolute. He wasn't going to tolerate it any longer.

Surprised that Jeffrey would try to defend himself, Jamie yelled out, "That was very foolish of you!" His anger boiling over, Jamie's tone turned even more menacing.

Bang!

Jeffrey instinctively landed a blow on Jamie's cheek, but just before it crashed into the target, Jeffrey lightened the weight of the punch. The outcome was still as anticipated, the blow pushing Jamie backwards and leaving a burning pain on his cheek.

His brows twitched as he thought of what to do next. Jeffrey's punch had been lightened just before impact, and yet, it wasn't a pleasant experience for Jamie. He would rather not receive another.

His next best solution was to rely on his background. "Guards!" He cried out, his voice high-pitched, almost like a woman being harassed.

The call echoed through the room, drawing the attention of everyone present. Three hefty men in black suits appeared from different directions, their imposing figures moving swiftly towards Jamie, their faces stern and emotionless.

"You called for us, Young Master," the one in the middle bowed politely as they stood beside Jamie, their presence casting a shadow of authority over the scene.

"See that bastard over there?" Jamie gestured toward Jeffrey with his head, his tone seething with anger and disdain.

The three guards simultaneously nodded after staring at Jeffrey for a few seconds, their expressions unreadable behind their black sunglasses, and awaited their master's request, ready to carry out his orders without hesitation.

"He just tried to kill me, and so I want him taught a lesson and then locked up for a while till he reflects on his misconduct!" Jamie commanded, his voice dripping with malice.

Immediately, all three guards pounced on Jeffrey, attacking him. Jeffrey tried his best to parry the blows, but it proved too much for him.

"Alright, send him to the station," Jamie finally made another request, satisfied at the level of beating that Jeffrey had received. The guards, without a word, hoisted Jeffrey up and began to escort him out, their faces impassive as they followed their master's orders without question.

Behind Jamie was Emilia, who wore a sinister grin on her face. To her, it all seemed like some sort of amusement. Of course it was. She was the cause, after all.

But before things could get worse, an elderly voice echoed through the venue. "Is there a problem, Young Master?" It was the voice of the chief cook, and he seemed curious too, his presence bringing a momentary pause to the chaos unfolding before him.

Beside him was the head security, who had been informed by his boys that something was going on between their young master and the waiter he'd selected.

The head of security had immediately gone out to call the chief cook, and both had made their way here as soon as they could. Their timely arrival added a sense of authority and order to the chaotic scene, causing everyone to pause and take notice.

"This sick bastard of yours tried to poison me," Jamie pointed at Jeffrey, his face and voice brimming with hatred. "He drugged the meals served to us!"

The chief cook frowned at those words, his expression darkening with concern. Looking at the battered and bruised figure held by two of their guards, the old man's brows furrowed even more, a mix of confusion and disbelief crossing his features.

Jeffrey was a decent worker, and there was no way he'd go out of his way to poison someone as prominent as the son of the owner of the place where he worked.

The only reason he'd allowed Jamie to choose Jeffrey was because of his status, and he genuinely hoped nothing would go wrong. The chief cook had known Jeffrey for over a year and had always found him to be reliable and honest. It didn't make sense for him to suddenly turn to such extreme measures.

A sigh escaped the old man's mouth. "I see no reason why he would try to poison you. That kid has been working here for over a year now, and there has been no such report about him." The old cook shook his head, his disbelief evident.

He wasn't satisfied with the order of things. "He was already busy with other customers when you arrived and chose him." As the old man spoke, his tone grew firmer, his frustration mounting at the unjust accusation against Jeffrey.

His frown deepened with each passing second. The head guard could already read the room, and knowing where the conversation was leading, he tried to calm the chief cook. "Let's all calm down, shall we? This isn't the place for such a conversation."

The head of security gave a nod to the other guards, who seemingly understood the new assignment passed on to them.

"While they take him away for treatment, shall we discuss this matter at a more presentable place?" The guard suggested gently. Without any objections, all four of them began walking toward the elevator, heading for a better place to continue their discussion.