The other students were all shocked when they saw this scene. Asher was known as the cold king of hell at their school.
But today, he was being flirted with. How could that not make everyone's jaws drop?
Even Marga, who had been crying on the ground earlier, forgot to cry now.
"Avery, what are you doing? How can you bully a classmate like this?"
Rose walked in and saw the two of them hugging. She instinctively tried to hit Avery.
Asher was the young master of the Shangguan family, one of the top ten richest in the capital.
How could a lowly woman like Avery be worthy? If anyone was going to marry him, it should be Rose!
"Honey, look, she's trying to hit me. That's so disrespectful to you. She dares to bully me right in front of you."
Avery saw her hand coming but didn't panic. She simply shifted her position slightly.
Asher quickly pulled out his right hand and chopped Rose's arm away. Otherwise, that crazy woman's hand would've hit his face.
"Ah!"
Rose screamed in pain. She looked at her arm—it was already swelling.
"Avery, how dare you hit me? You've already been kicked out of the Lu family. What right do you have to hit me?"
Rose didn't dare blame Asher, so she could only scream at Avery instead.
"Rose, are you crazy or something? Can't you see my hands are busy right now? Why would I waste my time hitting you?
I'd rather keep hugging my dear husband. Look how happy we are!
Why would I bother with a green tea girl like you?"
Avery even snuggled her head into his chest playfully.
This man's body was strong. When she grabbed his hand earlier and twisted it behind his back, it was only because he didn't resist.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have succeeded so easily. Just hugging him like this, she could tell he had serious strength.
"You!"
"You b*tch! You always bully me. You'll die a horrible death!"
Rose was so speechless from the argument that she could only start cursing.
Even though Asher hurt her arm, she didn't dare confront him.
The Shangguan family's wealth in Longqi Country was unmatched.
Although the Lu family was also in the top ten richest, they were still far behind.
"Who knows if it works or not? Either way, you'll die after me. Right, honey?
But your move just now was a little harsh. After all, she's still a girl.
If her arm gets broken and leaves a scar, she won't be able to marry a rich man. Her dreams will be shattered."
Avery didn't care much about Rose. After all, she was too low-level.
She'd rather spend more time being sweet with the handsome guy. After all, building a connection is needed to have babies.
"You!"
"Asher, are you just going to let this b*tch keep hugging you?
She's a dirty, low-class woman. Who knows how many men she's slept with? Aren't you afraid she'll dirty your body?"
Rose was really furious now and started shouting all kinds of insults.
Her arm still hurt, and watching that b*tch hugging Asher made her even more jealous.
"I don't talk to vulgar people. Get lost. Don't ever raise your hand toward me again. Or I'll really break your arm."
Asher finished speaking and gave her a cold glance.
When did it become okay for an outsider to speak out like that? Completely out of line.
But when he realized the woman he was still holding in his arms was enjoying the drama, he immediately pushed her away.
The only reason he had let her get so close was to see what this woman was really up to.
He hadn't expected that the old Avery, who used to be so timid, would now become this bold after someone else took over her body.
She even dared to think about him romantically. Who gave her the nerve?
Rose stomped her foot angrily when she heard what he said, but she didn't dare to hit Avery again.
Right now, she couldn't beat her at all. But she was confused—why had Avery suddenly become so powerful?
Something must have happened to this woman starting from last night.
No, she had to go home and ask her father to get a Taoist to deal with her. She couldn't let Avery bully her like this anymore.
At that moment, Marga's father came in with his assistant and bodyguard.
Seeing the scene in front of him, some of the teachers who had arrived at the school rushed over too.
"Who hit my daughter? Step forward."
As soon as Marga's father walked in, he shouted. He was angry that someone had hit his daughter.
But this was a noble school in the capital, and many of the students here came from powerful families—either officials or top-tier wealthy families.
Even though his own family wasn't weak, he didn't want to offend someone stronger. So, he asked first to find out.
"Daddy, you're finally here. I was bullied so badly…"
As soon as Marga saw her father, she ran into his arms and cried.
"My sweet girl, don't cry. Tell Daddy—who hit you?
Let's see if her family has any real background. How dare they lay a hand on my precious daughter!"
Marga's father hugged her tightly and glanced around the class. He recognized a few students, but most he didn't know.
"It was Avery. She's a cast-off from the Lu family, already kicked out.
But today she came and took it out on me. Look, she even made me scrape my leg."
Marga sobbed as she showed her father the scrape on her leg.
"Who is Avery? Come out now. How dare you hurt my daughter? I won't let you off today."
Once Marga's father heard she was someone abandoned by the Lu family, he dropped all hesitation. His tone grew even harsher.
"I'm Avery. But your daughter fell on her own. I haven't touched her since I entered the school."
Avery calmly raised her hand and responded when she heard him angrily shout her name.
"Impossible! My daughter never lies. Assistant, go and hurt her ten times worse than she hurt my daughter.
Let her learn her lesson. Not just anyone can mess with the Dong family."
Without a second thought, Marga's father ordered his assistant. A person with no background and no protection like Avery should be used as an example to scare others.
This way, the students from strong families would think twice before bullying his daughter again.
"Why don't you ask anyone here what really happened? You're making assumptions. Aren't you afraid of being wrong?"
Avery looked at Marga's father and asked, a little nervous.
"There's no mistake. And even if there is, I can handle the consequences."
Seeing her afraid made Marga's father feel better. Now she was scared—but too late. Hurting his daughter came with a price.