When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 171

The Heiress They Couldn’t Break

Chapter 171 The Spiked Orange Juice

Gianna spoke softly as she handed the glass of orange juice over again.

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“I have to say, for someone with hair like a zebra, you sure talk smoothly,” Jeremy cut in before Amelia could even respond.

“Huh?” Gianna froze, stunned that he actually talked to her.

Excited, she glanced at him.

Her eyes carried a faint, flirtatious gleam, like she was trying to charm him.

Jeremy frowned, stepping back with disgust.

“Why are you looking at me like that? You don’t actually think I’m like Vincent, do you? Trying to flirt with me? Please.”

His disgusted tone and his harsh words made Gianna’s face go pale in an instant.

No man had ever spoken to her like that before. Ever.

Whenever girls were mean to her, it was usually out of jealousy. But this? This was straight–up humiliation.

Now, being publicly humiliated like this, she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Jeremy, that’s no way to talk to Gianna,” Amelia said with a bright, teasing smile.

She knew just how sharp his tongue could get.

Then she smiled sweetly and added, “Gianna’s amazing, you know. Just by standing on the street and saying nothing, she can make the whole block look bad.”

The jab landed perfectly. Gianna’s pale face turned grim with anger in an instant.

It was almost funny how fast her expression could change,

“You bi-!” she started, but with Jeremy there, she had to hold it in. Her eyes turned red, her face twisted as she fought to stay composed.

“Oh, don’t ‘you–you–you‘ me,” Amelia teased. “Why the tears? Gonna go cry to your brothers again?”

“Alright, alright,” Amelia added mockingly. “Don’t cry. I’ll drink your juice, okay?”

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Chapter 171 The Spiked Orange Juice

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She took the glass straight from Gianna’s hand and downed it in one gulp, right in front of her.

Gianna had been so furious she could spit blood, but as she watched Amelia finally drink the orange juice, her mood eased a little.

“Amelia, I’m not crying,” she said, forcing a smile. “I just think it’s silly for a family to make things ugly like this. Anyway, since you can’t forgive me, I’d better go. Mom just called for me.”

The orange juice was gone, and she had no more reason to keep pretending. She walked away without hesitation.

Good. That meant Diana would believe it now. She was probably going to lure Vincent upstairs.

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