Chapter 207

Danielle stood from her chair and kicked it away from her. She put her hands on her hips and faced Viviane.

“What’s your problem, Viviane?” Danielle asked. She was nervous, yet she stood up to the bigger princess, just as she’d stood up for me.

I motioned for Paris and Summer to stay put, but I shot to my feet to back up Danielle and mimicked her by planting my hands on my hips. I soon noticed I looked ridiculous being a copycat, so I dropped a hand, but the other hand remained on my hip.

I had a mocking grin on my face as I chewed my burger. It’d be fun to spit it in Blow Job’s face if the situation called for it.

“My problem?” Viviane narrowed her eyes. “I’ve been lenient with you, yellow princess, so you snatched my prey in front of everyone. You’ll learn a hard lesson by crossing me and shielding that rat girl.”

“It’s none of your business whom I befriend,” Danielle said, shaking with anger. “I’m not afraid of you and your deranged army. Bring it on with all your dirty tricks. I’ve seen plenty of them these last two years.”

“You’ve seen nothing yet,” Viviane sneered. “But I assure you that you will soon.”

“Hey chick, cool your small tits,” I cut in. “You might think everyone is enthralled with you and waiting in line to see what you’ll pull out of your overrated white ass next, but we’re not interested. So move on, will ya?”

Viviane looked shocked that I had the balls to talk to her this way, and her followers all gasped at my audacity. Two heartbeats later, the French princess’s eyes glowed with yellowish light. The bitch’s wolf was about to break out and attack me.

 Her minions growled as well, ready to shift and jump us.

Paris and Summer got to their feet, bracing for a fight.

I pushed myself in front of Danielle. When the battle started, I needed to

be at the front. My hand twitched, ready to pull the hidden dagger out of my boot.

A short blonde dashed from behind Viviane toward our table and tossed a handful of dirt on our plates before I could stop her. My face dropped as I turned to look at my French fries, now ruined.

“You dumb fuckface,” I hissed as I leaned toward the table. I grabbed a handful of the ruined fries and flung them toward the blonde. “You don’t disrespect food when so many people in the world still suffer from hunger. Now eat dirt.”

While she fended off my fries, her skirt dropped to her ankles, exposing her panties. She let out a panicked cry and bent to pull her skirt up, but Paris was quick enough to grab a phone from the table and snap a series of pictures of that blonde bending over in her underwear.

“Too bad global social media disappeared half a century ago,” Paris said with a chuckle. “We could have gone viral on TikTok. But don’t you worry, Blondie. The Academy’s network still works, and you’ll be famous.”