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Then it clicked. Narissa had driver’s licenses from a ton of countries. They thought she’d probably driven fancy rides for rich folks and their spoiled kids.
Sure, they weren’t hers, but she’d need to know her stuff to avoid wrecking a million–dollar car–she’d be screwed if she did.
With that, the room just shrugged it off.
“Hey, Narissa, you dig this car?” Amanda asked, her voice a bit wobbly as she looked at her.
“Obsessed. Been dreamin‘ of this beast forever,” Narissa replied, her excitement so real it shut down any doubts.
‘Bet she just read up on it, never had one, they figured.
Narissa hopped into the Lamborghini Reventon and tore down the road, flooring it like a pro.
If anyone was in the passenger seat, they’d know her skills were way beyond some basic chauffeur’s.
Vroom–screech!
The car whipped a clean drift around South Gate Road’s corner, parking dead–on at Regality Academy’s massive front gate, right where the GPS pointed..
As Narissa stepped out, a few teachers who’d gotten the memo rushed over.
“Welcome to Regality Academy, Narissa!” they cheered.
Pop! Pop!
Confetti cannons blasted, dumping a shower of colorful paper on her. Narissa grimaced, her brow twitching.
Too extra. She wasn’t about this spotlight.
The noise at the gate drew a crowd of Regality Academy’s elite kids. The hottest gossip in the capital’s rich circles? The Everton family’s long–lost second heiress was back.
“That the Everton girl they just found?” someone whispered.
“Who else is named Narissa?”
“Let’s see what this chick who scrubbed floors abroad looks like!”
“Forget it. She’s dressed like she shops at a yard sale–no designer gear. Thinking about her cleaning toilets? Yeah, I’m skipping lunch.”
Two figures pushed through the buzzing crowd: Narissa’s older sister, Cressida, and her bestie, Miranda Smith.
“Think this janitor can cut it here? With the martial arts, med training, and shooting classes?” one guy sneered, not caring Cressida was right there.
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Another laughed. “Three days, tops. This place is brutal–combat and firearms are basically military–grade. Her? Bet she knows zilch.”
The crowd cracked up, ready to watch Narissa crash and burn.
Up front, Miranda nudged Cressida, smirking. “Hey, Cressida, they’re tearing into your sis. You gonna stick up for her or what?”
Cressida’s face was ice. “I don’t have a sister who does gross jobs like that.”
“Wow, you really hate her, huh?” Miranda teased. “Cool, I’ll find a way to school her. Don’t cry about it later, though.”
“Do you,” Cressida scoffed, rolling her eyes and walking off.
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Narissa stepped into her new class, and the teacher had her give a quick intro before diving into the lesson.
Time was money for these rich kids, and no teacher dared waste a second of it.
Being her first day, Narissa got a private tutor for her etiquette and arts class.
The Evertons set it up, probably to save her from getting roasted for being totally clueless.
Narissa didn’t care. Fresh off a mission with time to kill, she figured she’d have fun with this.
Sure, the fancy lessons were like kid stuff to a trained agent like her, but she was digging it anyway.
After her one–on–one session, she stepped out of the private classroom and ran smack into Miranda, who stood there, arms crossed, eyeing her like she was gum on her shoe.
“So, you’re Cressida’s little cleaner sister from overseas, huh? Narissa, right? I’m Miranda, her bestie,” she said, all smug. “Guess that makes you my little sis too.”
‘Sis? Please. Narissa saw right through her. This rich girl wasn’t here to play nice, and sure enough, Miranda dropped the act fast.
“Look, since we’re ‘sisters,” Miranda smirked, “I can’t let you crash and burn. Next is combat boxing.
“We girls don’t need to be pros, but knowing how to throw a punch? Total must for high–class ladies.”
“Yeah, and?” Narissa shot back, already over it.
“And,” Miranda grinned, “I’m doing you a solid with a quick lesson. Don’t thank me–just don’t cry when I knock you flat.”
Her plan was obvious–she was here to mess with Narissa. The classmates nearby were already snickering.
Narissa played along, blinking innocently. “So, I should thank you?”
“Pfft!” The room erupted in stifled laughs.
Everyone knew Miranda was the class “prank queen.” No way she’d help some nobody cleaner.
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Miranda cracked up, her laugh sharp and mean. “Oh my God, you actually bought it?”
Still chuckling, she leaned in, voice dripping venom. “So, what’s the deal with being a cleaner?
“Scrubbing toilets, digging through trash? Bet you smell like crap, huh?”
The other kids roared, some fanning their noses and stepping back like Narissa was radioactive.
Miranda waved it off, still smirking. “Fine, since you’re Cressida’s sister, I’ll go easy.
“Answer my question for real, and I might teach you some legit moves so you don’t totally bomb next class.”
The crowd was eating it up, loving the drama.
But Narissa? She tilted her head, flashing a sly grin.
No more playing dumb. She raised an eyebrow and dropped a bomb.
“Anyone ever tell you how pathetic you look, acting like a clown trying to dunk on people?” Narissa said, cool as ice. “Thanks for the heads–up, though–you’ve made it real clear my sister hates me being back.
“But you? Teaching me to fight? Sweetie, you’re not even in my league.”
Boom. Dead silence.
Miranda’s face twisted with rage–she was the fool now.
“You little bitch! You knew I was screwing with you and still played me?” she yelled. “And you think I’m not qualified? Oh, you’re toast.
“You have no idea what we learn in Regality Academy’s combat class, I’m gonna make you eat those words–now!”
Miranda lunged, her moves sharp, her fist slicing the air toward Narissa.
She wasn’t just showboating–she had real skills.
‘No show–off nonsense here, the crowd thought, holding their breath. ‘Wow, Narissa really got under Miranda’s skin.
‘She’s got some bad luck, picking a fight with her. Fresh home and already in deep shit.
Miranda wasn’t the academy’s top fighter, but she was no rookie either–she’d been trained to throw down.
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These rich kids were trained hard in self–defense–kidnapping was a real risk when they were loaded, so Regality Academy drilled combat into them.
In their mind, Narissa, some random girl from the streets? No way she could handle this.
“She’s gonna get smashed, the onlookers whispered.
Everyone watched, waiting for Miranda’s fist to land.
Then–whoosh!
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Narissa’s eyes sharpened, a cold, confident glint flashing through them, like a pro who’d faced worse than this brat and laughed it off.
She radiated the vibe of someone who owned the room.
And then-
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