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.