Chapter 983 Don't You Dislike Emily? Why the Heroic Rescue?
As soon as Violet stood up, her two-faced Angel classmates finally noticed her dress.
Some of them, who were familiar with fashion, recognized that her dress was quite expensive.
Violet used to be famously poor.
How did she suddenly come into money?
The gossip mill started churning, with everyone speculating whether Violet had found herself a wealthy man.
After all, Violet was known for being a poor socialite.
Back in school, the Devereux family treated her like a servant, never giving her any money.
Years had passed, and word was that the Devereux family had gone bankrupt. So how did she still have money?
As the classmates whispered about Violet, Flynn, worried the reunion might go south, quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Hey, it's been years since we've all seen each other. No need for tension. Come on, let's have a drink first?"
"Flynn, we're leaving. Sorry," Violet said, stepping in front of Emily.
"If you have to go, at least have a drink before you leave," Flynn said, pouring them each a small glass of champagne. He smiled warmly, trying to keep the peace. "Violet, Emily, I'm really sorry about earlier. Don't let it bother you."
He handed them the glasses.
Violet, thinking it would waste time to argue, took the glass and said, "Alright, Emily and I will have a quick drink and then head out."
"Sure," Flynn said, not pushing them further. He appreciated that they were willing to have a drink.
Just as Violet and Emily were about to take a sip, Lucien snatched the glass from Emily's hand. "I'll drink it for you," he said.
Emily didn't need his help, especially with Willow watching. She reached to take it back. "Thanks, but no thanks."
Lucien didn't give it back, and as they tugged at the glass, the drink spilled.
"Perfect, no need to drink it. You and Mrs. Hall can go," Lucien said firmly, placing the empty glass on a nearby table.
Emily, not even looking at him, said with irritation, "Professor Moreau, you're overstepping."
Willow, suppressing her anger, chimed in sarcastically, "Lucien was just trying to be nice, Emily. No need to take it personally."
Emily, unfazed, turned to the table and picked up the drink Willow had tampered with.
"Flynn, sorry for the trouble. I'll drink this one," Emily said, raising the glass.
Lucien grabbed it again and drank it himself without a word. The room fell silent.
Everyone, including Violet, stared at Lucien in disbelief.
What was he doing?
Wasn't he supposed to dislike Emily? Why the sudden heroics?
And with Willow right there?
Violet was confused. She had thought Lucien was a good guy, but now she was reconsidering.
As the atmosphere grew more awkward and Willow's expression darkened, Flynn quickly intervened again. "Professor Moreau, you're quite the gentleman!"
"Come on, everyone, let's keep drinking."
"Flynn, we're leaving," Violet said, feeling the reunion had gone off the rails.
She hurriedly pulled Emily away.
As they left, Lucien didn't stay much longer and followed shortly after.
Willow, however, became the butt of the joke.
The classmates snidely remarked, "Willow, what's up with your boyfriend? Why'd he leave you?"
"Maybe he's into Emily?"
"Willow, your man got snatched right in front of you. Aren't you going to do something?"
Fuming, Willow snapped back, "He had something to do. What are you all thinking? You sure love to fantasize! Professor Moreau and I are getting married."
"Just wait for our wedding invite!"
With that, she stormed out, face red with anger.
This reunion had been a disaster for her, and she wasn't going to let Emily off the hook.
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