The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

Chapter 7

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White Feather Prep administration office. The r

d his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and looked Annette u

ame school in the Rust Belt, and a disciplinary file thicker than a phone book," Aberdeen said, his voice dripping with venom. "White F

kept her hands in her pockets. Her fac

llowed on the sidewalk outside," Aberdeen sneered. He picked up

s the stamp down, th

walked in. It was Thaddeus Wainwright. In her past life

, a test score doesn't define a student. I

recycling bin, Thaddeus. Take her."

ss in her eyes softened for a fraction

e in the Principal's office was ent

ear the wall. He held a silver tray wi

ofa. He was there to inspect the ed

istant, Walter, had just handed him. It

unteachable.' But what he had seen wasn't random, reckless violence. It was trained, precise, and entirely economical. The way she broke that man's arm without a flinch, the way she faced Beckham's own m

glass table. He pointed at her ph

fainted. He thought the new delinquent had some

uses any trouble, I will expel her i

ze was like a physical blow. The

ow and absolute. "She gets unrestricted access to everything.

d, but he nodded frantical

tte walked beside Thaddeu

tood up. Her combat instincts flared. She fe

oked up at the second floor. She stared directly at

owed into a d

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“Annette was nothing but a mobile blood bank to her stepsister and her fiancé. Bound to a heavy iron chair in a freezing basement, she watched her own blood drain into a plastic bag. Her stepsister, Gayla, smiled flawlessly and whispered the ultimate betrayal. "Your mother didn't die of a heart attack. My father poisoned her for her patent." Her fiancé, Bryton, stepped back in pure disgust, complaining that the smell of her dying blood was unbearable. They watched her struggle against the metal chains, her wrists tearing open as the coldness of extreme blood loss drained her core. They had stolen her mother's wealth, her home, and now her life, leaving her to flatline in complete darkness. As her vision faded into gray, extreme fury flooded her veins. Why did her mother have to choke on her own foam while these parasites lived in luxury? She swore to herself with her last heartbeat that if she ever had another chance, she would tear them all apart. A sharp alarm clock rang out, and Annette's eyes snapped open to the smell of peeling paint. She was back in her cramped trailer at seventeen, exactly three days before her nightmare originally began. She smashed the mirror, grabbed her hidden cash, and headed straight to Manhattan to secure her mother's legacy before they even knew she existed. This time, the timid country girl they expected was dead. The legendary hacker had returned, and the game was about to start.”