Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"Locking the classroom door during the break? What are you guys doing?"

When they saw the newcomer was Harold, everyone immediately dispersed.

Nichole had seen Harold once before while she was hanging out with Sophie, and she clearly remembered that the man before her was Gordon's younger brother. So, she immediately crawled towards Harold. Nichole, tears streaming down her face, pleaded, "Please, help me! They're going to kill me!"

"Let's get this straight, who's trying to kill you?"

"It was you who swapped Sophie's bracelet in the first place! And now you're playing the victim here!"

...

"I didn't!"

Nichole denied vehemently.

"You stole Sophie's bracelet?"

Harold's sudden accusation made Nichole's heart skip a beat, and she almost subconsciously retorted, "I... I really didn't, they're framing me. I've already returned the bracelet to Sophie! Really!" Nichole's voice was filled with fear.

"Where's the bracelet then?"

"The bracelet... the bracelet..."

Nichole frantically searched, but she quickly realized that she had swallowed the entire bracelet.

"It seems you have no evidence. Just call the police and have her taken away."

Harold's statement was a definitive judgement for Nichole.

Nichole turned pale and slumped to the ground.

"I thought someone was finally standing up to you, but it turns out you were the bully."novelbin

Harold had already walked over to Sophie's desk.

The classmates, being perceptive, left the classroom and even called the police on their way out to deal with Nichole for Sophie.

"Got a bit of fight in you now? I've always told you she wasn't good news."

Sophie stared at the person in front of her for a while but didn't say anything.

Harold waved his hand in front of her, "Hello? Are you listening to me? What are you daydreaming about?"

Sophie snapped back to reality.

She had zoned out again.

Especially after seeing Harold's face.

It was as if someone from her memories overlapped with him, someone with the same face but completely different eyes and demeanor.

This made her feel unsettled.

As if there were two souls hiding within her.

"It's nothing, probably just didn't rest well yesterday."

Sophie rubbed her temples, asking, "What brings you here all of a sudden? There's still class in the afternoon."

Hearing this, Harold looked at her skeptically and said, "Did you oversleep at noon?"

"Huh?"

"Weren't you just in your last class? I've seen your schedule. Or are you saying you don't even remember your own schedule now?" Sophie paused for a moment upon hearing Harold's words.

She looked up at the clock above the

classdeed, it was all the

in the afternoon, and she

just been in her last class.

Strange, could it be that she really didn't sleep well at noon and was now starting to get confused?

"My brother sent me to pick you up, let's go."

As Harold stood up and spoke, Sophie, still confused, asked, "Wait, go home? Which home?"

"Are you really that out of it? Of course, to your place."

At this point, Harold frowned and

said, "Sophie, you're not even married to my brother yet and you're already so eager to move into our place? Don't you have any sense of modesty as a girl?"