Chapter 66
The moment I stepped forward and walked towards them, I could feel the tension rise. From the smirks on their faces, I knew I had walked into their trap. Mohandia and her friends were waiting for this, ready to humiliate me in front of everyone. They wanted to show how powerful and untouchable they were.
I stayed calm. I kept a smile on my face, refusing to show any fear. Liza and Kaitlyn stood behind me, ready to support me, but the air around us was thick with anticipation. Everyone in the canteen was watching. They expected a showdown, a fight between me and Mohandia to see who would come out on top.
I could see it in the eyes of the maids. Many of them hoped I would humiliate Mohandia, that I would put her in her place. But they didn’t believe in me. Mohandia looked strong, intimidating with her towering physique and harsh demeanor. They feared her, and it was written all over their faces.
"How dare you interrupt my business, Kimberly? What gives you the audacity to speak against my wishes?" Mohandia growled, her face twisted with anger. "Speak now, or I will crush you."
I smiled, keeping my stance firm and balanced before I responded. "Have you ever asked yourself who you really are? If you’re so strong and mighty, why are you here with us, serving as a slave in a pack that isn’t your own?"
The words hit her like a slap. Her eyes widened in shock, and she stared at me, speechless. She hadn’t expected that. She wanted a fight, but instead, I gave her something far worse—a question that cut deeper than any blow.
"You have no right to ask me that, you rat!" Mohandia spat, her voice dripping with anger and disdain. Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with fury.
I took a breath and stood my ground. "That’s exactly my point, Mohandia. If no one has the right to question you, why do you expect anyone here to respect you? You demand people give up their seats for you, but what have you done to earn that respect? Do you think fear is the same as respect? No one respects you, Mohandia. They’re just scared of what you might do to them. Even your friends—they don’t respect you. They’re just afraid."
As I spoke, I could see something change in her eyes. Her tough exterior began to crack. She turned slowly to look at her friends, searching their faces for reassurance. But even though they tried to hide it, the truth was there. They didn’t respect her either. They were only following her out of fear.