'No wonder Grandpa Tate looked at me with such disgust. He must think I'm a treacherous little schemer.'
'But I was just so angry at the time! I only wanted my uncle to teach Adrian Hawthorne a little lesson, that's all. I didn't mean anything else by it. It was his fault for selling those promotional photos behind my back. He never treated me like a friend at all.'
The mountain wind carried the sound of poetry being recited. It was Tang Xiaonan, reading an English poem, followed by the sound of Old Master Tate's praise. Jacqueline Spann clenched her jaw, hatred flashing in her eyes.
'It's all that wretched girl's fault. Ever since Tang Xiaonan got close to Adrian Hawthorne, nothing has gone right for me. That damn brat must have stolen my good fortune. I have to get it back!'
