A flicker of malice flashed in David’s eyes, but he quickly smoothed it over with a fake calm. “Elena, listen–let me explain…”
Mom’s face hardened as she pulled me close. “Sweetheart, let Mommy handle this. You head to school.”
I handed Mom Rambo’s leash and nodded. Just then, our driver pulled up like clockwork, greeting me with his usual polite nod.
Rolling my eyes, I climbed into the car.
At school, the first thing I spotted was Brenda slumped over her desk, looking pale and pitiful, her tears practically pooling on the floor
Her little fan club immediately whipped around to glare at me like I was the villain.
“How dare you show your face here?” one snapped. “A dog trainer setting her mutt on the rightful heiress–you’ll be in jail soon enough!”
“Brenda was kind enough to let you stay, and you pull this? You’re disgusting!” another
chimed in.
Someone tried to grab my shoulder, but I shrugged them off with a smirk.
“I’ve said it before–I’m the true Sinclair heiress. If that’s too complicated for your brains, at least know this: Sinclair and Bart are different.
“If anyone here isn’t afraid of getting bitten by Rambo, go ahead–lay a hand on me. Let’s see if I can cover your medical bills.”
At the mention of Rambo, the fear hit them like a slap. One by one, they stepped back.
Brenda, catching my defiant smirk, ditched the whole damsel–in–distress act and shot to
her feet.
