Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

It was the same today. Greta ignored Martha and her two friends, walking towards the library without pause as if they were air.

Linda hurried to follow her.

Martha's face slightly changed.

"Should she be so proud? How dare she ignore Martha?" One of Martha's friends muttered.

"Who does she think she is? How rude she is!" Another girl pursed her lips.

"I can't agree more with you. But she's George Sterling's granddaughter. No wonder she's so proud. Oh, all the boys in our school like her mysterious indifference!"

Martha's face grew darker.

"Proud? Well, I'll see how proud she is!" She clenched her fists and sneered.

* * *

An hour before the afternoon class began, Greta came out of the library with several books in her arms.

Linda had followed her to the library, but she went to the student canteen for lunch just now after Greta refused to go with her.

Greta was used to having lunch at about three o 'clock in the afternoon in Italy, and she did not change this habit after she came to LA. She ate a few bites of bread and had some drinks at noon at most, so she went directly to the classroom after finishing reading.

As she walked through the tree-lined path of the campus, she heard a loud noise from the playground, mixed with the amazing sound of the girls and the cheers of the boys.

Greta looked over. Oh, yes, Linda said the basketball team was playing a basketball match.

It was said that one graduated senior was back. Maybe that was why more people were watching.

Was that senior so charming?

She curled her lips. Without any intention of joining in the fun, she went straight to the classroom.

* * *

The next morning, Greta came to school early as usual.

When she arrived at the classroom, she saw the door was ajar.

She pushed the door open, her eyes narrowing in alarm. Just as she stepped back, a basin of water was poured out!

Fortunately, she dodged nimbly and avoided getting wet.

Behind the swinging door, a girl with an empty basin stood with a dissatisfied look on her face. As if in despair, she threw the basin aside and returned to her seat.

That girl was one of Martha's best friends.

Greta looked coldly into the classroom. Perhaps it was still too early, besides Martha and her best friend, the classroom was almost empty.

Martha, who was sitting in the back seat, staring at Greta grimly. She grunted in discontent and then looked down at the book.

Greta entered the classroom with a frost smile.

Although Martha had often provoked her before, she did that only behind her back, and Greta didn't bother to debate with her. But that didn't mean she was afraid of her. She just didn't want to make trouble in the school so as not to make her grandpa unhappy.

But now that Martha went so far, she had no reason to tolerate her any longer.

Besides, she had no habit of yielding.

She gave Martha and her friend a contemptuous glance, left her bag on a desk, and then approached them.

"Apologize."

"Apologize?" Martha's friend sneered. "Who do you think you are? What were you thinking? I didn't know you came, and I didn't spill the water on you. Why should I apologize..."

Before the girl had finished the last word, a quick blow came at her chin. She felt an acute pang and fell back to the ground!

Martha was so shocked that she didn't react until the girl on the ground cried out. She hurriedly helped her friend up and took out a tissue to wipe the blood on her face.

"Greta! How dare you hit your classmate! Are you a student or a bully?"

"You offended me first." Greta raised her eyebrows.

"Who offended you? That's nonsense!" Martha gritted her teeth.

Greta slowly walked up to her with a sardonic grin.

Martha shuddered. She had just seen how her best friend got the blow and feared that she might end up like her. She got up hurriedly and threatened, "If you dare hurt me, I'll make you in trouble!"

"Oh, really?" Greta grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, yanking her up. "I'll be interested to see what you can do to make me in trouble."

Then she threw her to the back. Martha, after knocking down several chairs and tables, fell on the ground, aching all over. She moaned out of pain. But it was not over.

Greta stepped forward and slapped her on the face twice.

"Dare you say that again?" Greta sneered.

"I dare not... dare not..." Martha was so stunned that she could not fight back.

"Dare you to play tricks on me again?" Greta gave her another spank.

"I dare not..."

Just then, there came footsteps and voices, and the students came into the classroom by twos and threes.

Martha came to her senses, got up with all her might, and ran to the back of her shocked classmates.

"Help me! Go tell the teacher Greta's crazy, and she's going to kill me!"

***

In the evening, Savannah hurried to the dean's office of UCLA after a teacher called and told her that Greta had started a fight at the school.

Greta's legal guardian was her uncle. So the school informed Dylan and Savannah directly.

She came to the dean's office to learn that, to be exact, Greta beat her classmates. Greta herself was fine, but the two girls seemed to have been sent to the school clinic for treatment.

Savannah apologized and took Greta out of school.

Along the way back, Savannah didn't blame her or ask her why she beat her classmates, but Greta broke the silence, "I'm sorry, aunt, I got you scolded."

Savannah shook her head and said softly, "It's okay. But can you tell me what happened?"

Greta told her that Martha always provoked her from the beginning of school until now, and today she even got a basin of water thrown at her.

Savannah understood, and then she asked, "Why didn't you tell the teacher Martha was coming at you?"

"I said that Martha provoked me before I started. But the teacher said it wasn't right for me to beat them up like that anyway, so I didn't want to say more." Greta bit her lips.