It was a little too easy to pick one of the three.
Since Vanessa didn’t want Edgar to interfere, Edgar had to stay out of it obediently.
Two days later, Vanessa went to school again.
From the moment she entered the campus, people around her were pointing fingers at her.
“She is Vanessa Simmons, right? I’ve seen her picture.”
“She looks good to me, she doesn’t seem that flashy.”
“What do you know about her? Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
“She doesn’t seem like a nice person.”
Vanessa passed through the crowd, completely ignoring the chatter of the people around as if she did not hear them.
No matter what they said, and no matter how malicious their comments were.
And her silence also led to an illusion among the crowd.
They thought that Vanessa was a pushover.
Within a short period of time, Vanessa had surprisingly become the object of net violence for students of University A.
Vanessa turned a blind eye to them the whole time.
Back in her classroom, she walked to her seat in the corner as usual and sat down.
However, at that moment, a paper ball hit her head.
She cupped up the paper ball and looked at the person who threw it.
That was a boy, tall and fat, piled with brand names, and flamboyant red hair. All kinds of colors piled on him, making people who looked at him want to throw up.
The moment Vanessa saw this person, the first word that popped up in her mind was – pig!
She remembered him, his name was Lambert Martin. He was one of the most famous playboys at University A.
He was everything but outstanding, and looked even a little ugly, but his family was very wealthy, rich, and powerful. No matter how outrageous he did at school, no one dared to say a word against him.
However, Vanessa never talked to him before.
Lambert saw the girl raise her little face, the clean, flawless face full of coolness and detachment was different from any woman he had seen before.
His eyes were squeezed into a slit because of fatness, and then he commandingly said to Vanessa, “Are you that supercilious woman?”
Vanessa moved her wrist and threw the paper ball over in the direction of Lambert.
Compared to Lambert, Vanessa was obviously more technical. She did not use the force of her fingertips but the force of her wrist. Although it was a paper ball, it was like a stone when smashed in Lambert’s body.
Lambert stood up at once, “Vanessa Simmons! You dare to hit me! Can’t you see who you are! Don’t think you have a penny in your pocket, your money means nothing to me! The Simmons family is nothing! I don’t even hear the name! Don’t swagger around in front of me, you don’t deserve it!”