Empress, your vest has fallen!

CHAPTER 9: JEALOUSY

Kevin, Jude, and Ryan were members of the Dark Angels alongside the young master. They're also attractive and approachable.

If you're still confused, here's a rundown:

King Trios:

Clyde (Cristine’s brother)

Darylle

Ian

Dark Angels:

Tristan (Young Master)

Alex

Allen

Kevin

Jude

Ryan

They conversed and laughed together. Cristine thought they were amusing. They're a little shy at first because they don't know who she is. You must give someone time to adjust to the presence of others, especially if they are in a group. She was amused when the twins cracked a joke. Consider Alex telling a joke. It was unbelievable. Never mind Tristan's joke. On his behalf, she's embarrassed.

Hannah also bursts a rare smile and laugh. Who wouldn't laugh if the joke was truly amusing? These people were jewels, she admits. They brighten her day. If you're not in the mood, find someone who can make you laugh. Their table is brimming with laughter.

Cristine notices that someone is once again gossiping about her. When it comes to herself, she's quite sensitive. But the girl's voice was so loud that she couldn't help but be bewildered. Is she supposed to hear it?

"Oh my, look at that girl," she says, her voice scornful and dripping with contempt. Cristine smiled, knowing she'd never forget that voice. It'll stick with her.

"Gosh, really thick-skinned joining King Trios at their table. She should be ashamed of herself. She's not that stunning."

With their jealousy-filled statements, Cristine was quite amused. It has a strong sour smell to it. For the time being, Cristine decided to let them go. There was no need to add any more color to her day because it had already been filled with excitement.

"They don't deserve that seat since they are ugly."

Cristine was astonished as to where they got the confidence to proclaim they were ugly. Cristine was well aware of her high-class beauty. She was frequently praised, thus being despised by someone is unusual.

"Perhaps they gave King Trios a love potion so they could get along, or perhaps they begged and the male gods pitied them; keep in mind, Dark Angels were also present, which is impossible."

Cristine was choked up by their wild imagination. Like wtf, where’s the food, and where did they get the story about her being a witch? What makes people want to pity them? She was amazed by these girls' mental processes.

"Look at how silly they are acting as though they are truly close to our male gods," says the girl.

The tone of their voice screams jealousy. Cristine shook her head in disbelief at the situation. Boys aren't all that they're cracked up to be. It might create jealousy in girls even if they are not in a relationship.

Cristine sighs as she observes the girls' behavior. They can envy them as much as they want. It isn't a problem for them to have attractive friends. Cristine cast an inquisitive glance at the talking girls.

Their gazes collide, and the girls simply raise their eyebrows at her, mouthing b*tch. Cristine rolled her eyes and inhaled deeply, attempting to convince herself that these girls were simply immature.

Cristine's blood, on the other hand, was boiling. She can't bear the annoyance any longer. She took a step forward. Their table quickly becomes deafeningly quiet. They all looked at her, puzzled as to why she had risen up. She's upset. She merely wishes to teach these slanderers a lesson.

She rose to her feet, but Hannah grabbed her hand before she could walk.

Hannah's begging tone said, "Cristine, don't fight with them."

Cristine thought she was the only one who had heard it. She assumed they already had a lot of patience. Those obnoxious words from them ought to be corrected. If not, they will continue to believe that bullying anyone is simple.

They are tarnishing their name and spreading false information. They may be held liable.

"So, did you notice that as well? But don't worry Hannah," Cristine said, smiling evilly as if planning something evil, and Hannah looked even more concerned at Cristine's reply.

"Don't worry, I only want to play with them for a while." "Cristine had already made up her mind to teach the ladies a lesson. It is worthwhile to play with them if you give them a little time. Cristine considered herself to be in great condition. She's giving away her time to teach someone.

Hannah is still concerned. "Cristine, please be careful," she says. Cristine isn't a fuel-efficient lamp, she knows. Hannah, Cristine thought, was such a worrier.

"I told you not to worry. I can handle this," Cristine grinned, but that only made Hannah more worried. Tristan only arched his eyebrows.

"Where are you going?" Clyde asked, his brows narrowing as he watched Cristine. Even while he knew he could trust her, her fierce temper occasionally made him doubt it.

"Just watch, don't ask Clyde, you'll see," Cristine said proudly, leaving Clyde uneasy. He thinks she's bluffing.

Cristine walked gracefully and confidently, oblivious to the students' piqued interest. Cristine is stunning. Her features leave an indelible impression. In a crowd, she is easily identifiable. Even if she dislikes it, her beauty will deprive her of such serenity.

The students' whispers are audible to Cristine.

"Look at that girl; she's wandering around as if she's at home."

Cristine believed that when God sprinkled bitterness throughout the world, they might catch everything, and she was right.

That was it; they'd exhausted my patience. Cristine took the seat across from them. Both of the females were taken aback, as though she hadn't expected her to approach them.

Despite the fact that there was no music playing, she plugged her headphones into her ears. She's sitting beautifully in front of the two females on a cheap seat. Her demeanor is intended to terrify them. Both of the girls exchanged a puzzled look and became silent.

"You're not going to gossip now?" Cristine asked coldly, raising her eyebrows. "I'm giving you a chance to say whatever you truly want. I'm already here in front of you. It's better to speak your grievances to the person who is the source of your jealousy." They're treated like paper tigers by her. Roar, but without the ability to harm someone.

Cristine despises bullies who fear the powerful but bully the vulnerable. People like that were pathetic.

"Why are you silent? Why won't you continue gossiping? Isn't judging others your specialty and inventing stories your talent?" Cristine's tone was taunting; she felt the kind of thrill that would make others shudder in terror, fearing for their lives. Well, she's exaggerating.

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