Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 115

Upstairs, Yolanda was pacing anxiously, phone in hand.

What was happening? By now, Juniper should have been fired and blacklisted by Mr. Tate! Why hadn't Elvira called with the good news yet?

Just as she was wondering, she heard heavy footsteps approaching.

"Elvira!" Yolanda opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw her. "Congratulations! You must have gotten the lead role, right?"

Elvira said nothing, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Yolanda, burning with pure hatred.

"What's wrong?" Yolanda asked, confused.

The next second...

Elvira's hand flew, striking Yolanda across the face with a loud, sharp crack.

"Ah!" The force of the blow sent Yolanda stumbling and crashing to the floor.

"Elvira, what happened?" Yolanda was stunned, clutching her stinging cheek and staring in disbelief at the enraged girl.

"You have the nerve to ask me that?" Elvira's face was a cold mask as she advanced on Yolanda, her eyes red with fury. "Weren't you the one who told me Lunar was a terrible person?"

"She is," Yolanda whimpered, nodding fearfully. "She's always been a worthle—"

"Don't you dare lie to me again!" Elvira, incandescent with rage, slapped her again, then grabbed a fistful of her hair. "You used me as your pawn. You must have a death wish."

After seeing the real news online, Elvira understood everything. Yolanda had a grudge against Lunar. So, while the dancers were in intensive training and cut off from the news, she had spread malicious rumors. Then she'd used Elvira to complain to Mr. Tate and Rachel.

If it had worked, Elvira would have become the lead and would have certainly promoted Yolanda to a backup dancer, setting her up for life.

And if it failed, Yolanda herself would suffer no consequences.

Brilliant. It was a flawless plan!

"I didn't…" Yolanda cried out as Elvira yanked her hair, the searing pain making her struggle desperately.

"Thanks to you, not only have I lost the music video, but I'm also going to be blacklisted from the entire dance industry!" Elvira's grip tightened, as if she wanted to tear her apart.

"Hmph." Elvira stood with her arms crossed, watching coldly. The dance studio was soundproofed. Yolanda could scream her lungs out, and no one would hear.

Besides, the Sherwin family was currently in negotiations with the Sutton family, and they were the ones asking for the favor. Let's see if Yolanda dared to report this assault.

"Hit her harder," Elvira commanded, feeling even more emboldened.

The slapping grew louder.

...

Downstairs, Jimmie, having dealt with the "trash," returned to his sister's side.

"Which school do you go to?" he asked softly. "I'll drive you."

"Huh?" Juniper popped the rest of the pistachios Jimmie had shelled for her into her mouth.

"No need," she said lazily.