Chapter 9: Your Move

Freya’s POV

I knew rich people could be shameless, but this? Watching a girl that young with zero morals lie so easily—that was something else.

For a second, I just stared at her, stunned. But only for a second because I couldn't allow this nonsense to continue.

“Liar!” I snarled.

Stella’s big, shimmering eyes widened in mock shock.

“Don’t play dumb. I already told you—that look doesn’t suit you.”

I shot her one last glare, then turned straight to Professor Finerman.

“I didn’t lay a hand on her until she threw coffee in my face.”

I held Clarence’s stare, cold as it was. I wasn’t going to blink.

“She’s been poking, pushing, and picking fights since the day we met. Harassing me. Humiliating my roommate. She once told me to get on my knees—naked—just because I bumped into her in the hallway.”

I took a step forward.

“And now she wants to play the victim? Who’s bullying who here?”

Clarence didn’t say anything. His expression didn’t change. He just looked between the two of us.