Paid To Care, Destined To Conquer Novel

Chapter 187 Fierce And Good At Fighting Chapter 187 Fierce And Good At Fighting Hazel felt like she'd just been struck by lightning. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw Stella rocking the Edenbury Academy uniform. She had no idea that while she was locked up for those five days, Stella had already taken care of all the paperwork. And the guy with that Patek Philippe men's watch was handing Hazel her backpack. Hazel had seen that watch in a store before. It cost about 15 million.

An unspeakable jealousy ate away at Hazel, like ants crawling under her skin, leaving her feeling miserable all over. "Stella?" Hazel called out. Hazel rushed over, trying to get a good look at the guy inside. All she'd glimpsed was a slender, flawless hand, definitely a young man's. 'Is that Mr. Pierce?' Hazel wondered. Stella gave Hazel a frosty glance and, right before Hazel could get any closer, slammed the car door shut. Hazel bit her lip, staring at the jet-black window. She couldn't see a thing inside, much less figure out who the guy was.

The Maybach started up and drove off at a steady pace. "Stella, who was that guy who gave you a ride?" Hazel asked, still staring at where the car had disappeared. When no one answered for a while, she turned and saw that Stella, with her backpack on one shoulder, was already inside the school building. Hazel hurried after her. "Stella!" Stella didn't even look back as she headed up the stairs. Hazel hurried after her, reaching out to tap Stella's shoulder. But Stella, like she had eyes in the back of her head, spun around and gave Hazel a cold look before she could even touch her.

It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over Hazel's head. She shivered all over. Stella shot her a frosty look. "We're not close." She stood with the light behind her, her gaze ice-cold and clearly impatient. Without another word, Stella turned and walked up the stairs like she didn't care about anyone in the world, leaving Hazel frozen in place, staring in shock. Stella arrived at Class 3. The head teacher, Jude Brown, swung the door open, with Stella trailing behind, looking cold and distant. "Alright, everyone, we've got a new student today.

Let's have her introduce herself," the teacher said. Jude clearly didn't have much authority. In the classroom, some students were chatting, some were napping, and others were just goofing off. Not a single person bothered to glance at the teacher up front. Jude just stood there, speechless. He was a little awkward. Stella didn't give a damn. She stood at the front with a lazy air, grabbed a piece of chalk, and scraped it hard across the blackboard. The ear-piercing screech filled the whole classroom.

"What the hell!" Students who'd been napping or messing around snapped to attention, cursing under their breath. In an instant, every head turned toward the girl at the front, her back to them. 1/3 Chapter 187 Fierce And Good At Fighting The classroom went dead silent. Jude gawked at the huge scratch Stella had just made on the blackboard, totally floored. He'd never seen anyone pull something like that. He was absolutely stunned. "I'm Stella Carter." Stella put the chalk back, turned around, her gaze cooling as she said calmly. Down in the classroom, everyone stayed silent. 'Seriously?

That's it?' they all thought. "Wait, that's her!" someone suddenly shouted, recognizing Stella as the girl who totally stole the spotlight when Conrad came to give his speech. He added, "She's the one who made Conrad lose face in front of everyone and turned down the offer from the top three schools!" As soon as that was said, the whole class went nuts. Everyone couldn't hide their curiosity and shock as they stared at Stella. 'Why would someone who could solve Dr. Kramer's toughest questions end up in the worst class?' they all wondered, totally baffled.

"Got anything else to say, Stella?" Jude asked. Stella turned her head, her gaze icy and indifferent. She paused for a couple of seconds, and just when Jude thought she was done, she added, "I'm quite fierce, and I'm good at fighting." She was just keeping it real. But with a face like hers, she looked more like an angel than someone who could beat someone up. Everyone fell silent. Suddenly, a mocking laugh came from the second-to-last row. Chantel, rocking a head of purple hair, gave Stella a nasty look, her eyes full of malice.

"How tough are you, really?" Chantel's cousin was a gang leader outside school, so nobody dared mess with her. Everyone nearby immediately went silent. Stella looked up at her, lazy and unfazed. "You can try me." Chantel stopped twirling her pen and gave Stella a hard stare. The air was so tense that it felt like things could explode any second. "Alright, it's time for the principal's morning assembly. Everyone, head down to the field and get ready," Jude said, checking the seats. The only spots left were in the very back row.

He glanced at the empty seats and couldn't help but sigh to herself. "Seats will be sorted after the assembly," he added. Stella didn't say anything. Out on the field, Class 3 looked like total misfits compared to the other classes. They slouched around, rocking hair dyed every color of the rainbow, and usually, the other classes would avoid them like the plague. But today was different. Everyone's eyes kept drifting toward Stella, whether they meant to or not. After what went down with Conrad in the auditorium, there was no way she could keep a low profile now.

Stella lowered her lashes, giving off serious 'don't mess with me' vibes. She was totally tuned out, acting like the whole world around her didn't even matter. "She's really putting on a front," Chantel sneered, hands shoved in her pockets. Hazel kept her eyes on Stella. Next to her was Wendy, whose hair was now cropped short. She looked like she 2/3 Chapter 187 Fierce And Good At Fighting. wanted to eat Stella alive. "Wendy, the principal's about to show up," Hazel said softly, gently pulling Wendy back. Lila still hadn't shown up.

She was probably still freaked out from the Lane family's dinner. "Stella, just you wait!" Wendy hissed, her eyes full of venom. Wendy and Chantel were close. Now that Stella was in Class 3, Wendy was ready to make her regret it. But Hazel was still hung up on who the owner of that Patek Philippe men's watch could be. She thought, 'That watch is worth about 15 million... 'Why does Stella get to know a guy like that?' Just as Hazel was lost in thought, a deafening motorcycle roar ripped through the sky. Everyone whipped their heads around.

A sleek, expensive-looking black motorcycle roared into the school grounds. The security guards didn't even dare to stop it. Chantel's eyes lit up at the sound, and her sidekick quickly called out, "Chantel, Declan's here!" Chantel's face lit up with excitement as she looked over, unable to hide her anticipation. A guy in a helmet pulled up his motorcycle behind Class 3, rocking just a white shirt from his uniform, his tie all crooked, oozing rebellious energy. Declan took off his helmet, looking stone-cold. He had a buzz cut, sporting bruises under his eyes and at the corner of his mouth.

There was a nasty gash slashed across his nose. He looked wild, like nobody could ever tame him. "D-Declan," Chadwick panted, rolling up on his scooter way behind Declan, his face all banged up, too. Declan just grunted in response. "Declan," Chantel practically skipped over, eyes shining with obvious infatuation. She swept a sharp, warning glare at everyone nearby. Everyone at school knew Chantel was head over heels for Declan. If anyone was dumb enough to try and steal him from her, she'd be the first to make them pay. "I'm standing next to you," she declared, staking her claim.

Chadwick parked his scooter and was just taking off his helmet when, out of nowhere, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. He did a double take, and then his breath caught in his throat. "D-Declan!" Chadwick practically screamed, making Declan turn around, frowning at him. Chadwick was pointing somewhere, his finger trembling like mad. Declan looked in the direction Chadwick was pointing, his eyes narrowing. "Declan, you..." Chantel started, but before she could finish, Declan strode right past her without a second glance. Chantel's smile froze on her lips.

Everyone froze, the chatter instantly dying out. All eyes followed Declan. 3/3 Subscribe 7 Likes Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.