Chapter 370

One of the girls in the group curled her lip in disdain. "Everett's father was a drug lord, wasn't he?"

Adriana tossed her hair. "Exactly. The son of a criminal. His mother's blind, and he's got a kid sister in middle school. Their situation is pathetic, but that just makes me want him more. It's like...a challenge." She let out a sharp laugh.

The other girls joined in, their mocking laughter echoing through the bathroom as they ridiculed Everett's family circumstances.

Rosalind's hands clenched around the sink. She turned off the faucet with a sharp twist and fixed Adriana with a glare that could freeze fire. "Finished?"

The sudden interruption made the group fall silent.

Adriana's eyes narrowed as she recognized Rosalind. "Well, if it isn't the famous Rosalind Fairchild. What business is this of yours?"

Rosalind's jaw tightened. "Making fun of someone's suffering isn't entertainment. Grow up."

She'd been to Everett's home. Though modest, it was filled with warmth. His mother and sister were kind souls who adored him.

The apartment might have been small and dim, but it was where Everett had grown up. The drunken slurs of "bastard" she'd heard that night spoke volumes about the hardships he'd endured.

You don't have to love someone, but you don't get to hurt them either.

Rosalind wouldn't stand by while Adriana led this pack of hyenas in tearing Everett down.

Adriana smirked, looking Rosalind up and down. "Rumor has it you've been chasing after Everett yourself. Must be quite the catch to reel in a rich girl like you."

Rosalind wasn't pursuing Everett, but that wasn't the point. She owed these vipers no explanations.

She stepped forward, voice low but razor-sharp. "My interest in Everett is none of your concern. But your sour grapes? Those are painfully obvious."

Adriana's face flushed crimson. The barb had struck true. She'd wanted Everett for years, and now that she couldn't have him, bitterness consumed her.

Seeing her secret laid bare, Adriana's hands balled into fists, nails digging into her palms.

Rosalind turned to leave, grabbing her bag from the counter.

Then Adriana's voice cut through the air behind her. "What's wrong with stating facts? Everett's nothing but a drug dealer's bastard. He should be grateful I ever looked his way!"

Rosalind froze. Slowly, she turned back. "Say that again."

Adriana smirked, emboldened. "I said Everett Sinclair is—"

Rosalind's hands shot out, shoving Adriana hard.

The girl stumbled back, barely catching herself against the wall. Her face twisted in rage. "You bitch! You'll pay for that!" She snapped her fingers at her friends. "Get her!"

The pack descended.

Though petite, Rosalind fought like a wildcat. When Adriana lunged for her face, Rosalind grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and yanked hard, slamming her opponent to the tile floor.

"Let me teach you some manners," Rosalind hissed through gritted teeth.

"Rosalind! Let go!" Adriana shrieked.

They rolled across the bathroom floor, a tangle of limbs and flying hair as the other girls joined the fray.

Chaos erupted.