Chapter 754
Chapter 753:
Instead, a sharp cry split the air. “Ah!” Dylan’s voice broke with shock and pain. Frieda gasped and opened her eyes. Lilah stood between them. She hadn’t seen Lilah move, hadn’t seen the blow blocked, but now Lilah’s fingers were wrapped around Dylan’s wrist like a steel vice.
Dylan was on his knees, his body shuddering violently. His face, once twisted in rage, was now pale with terror. It looked as if all the strength had been siphoned from his limbs.
Frieda could only stare. There had been no dramatic motion, no brute force— just a simple grip. So why did Dylan look like he was in excruciating pain, as if Lilah’s touch alone had broken him?
Frieda wasn’t the only one left dumbfounded—every soul in the room stood frozen, too stunned to even flinch. Dylan, with his intimidating presence and no-nonsense scowl, was the kind of guy people instinctively avoided. And yet, Lilah had brought him to his knees like it was nothing. How had she pulled that off?
Elliana, unfazed by the reactions of those around her, glanced down at Dylan—now crumpled on the floor—and curled her lips into a mocking smirk. “Touch Frieda again, and I’ll snap one of your fingers clean off. Are we clear p>
Dylan writhed in agony, his mind blank save for the single, desperate thought: how to make it stop. “Okay! I get it! Please—just let me go p>
But Elliana didn’t release him immediately. Her voice softened, unnervingly calm—like silk wrapping around a blade. “I need to make sure the lesson sticks.” Without warning, she slammed Dylan’s wrist onto the desk. In one fluid motion, she reached for a compass from Frieda’s pencil case and drove it straight into his palm.
Everything happened in a blink. No one even had time to react.
“Aaaah!” Dylan’s howl shattered the air.
Eyes widened in horror as the compass’s sharp end pierced straight through his palm, blood surging out in hot rivulets. Sweat poured down his face as he trembled, gasping.
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“Ugh…” The crowd recoiled in unison, stepping back as fear gripped their chests.
They were still mere students—too innocent, too sheltered to comprehend such merciless brutality. Their faces went ghostly pale, frozen in shock. Quiet sobs escaped from a few girls nearby. Trinity’s hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, her voice swallowed by the weight of Lilah’s ruthlessness. Teaching Dylan a harsh lesson was more than punishment—it was a crimson warning branded into the minds of everyone present.
“Think this will stick with you?” Elliana asked with a casual smile, as if commenting on a sunny day.
Dylan twisted in torment, nodding frantically. “Yes! I swear I’ll never cross you again. Please, just let me go p>
Elliana’s eyes sparkled with icy satisfaction. “Your apology seems genuine enough. I’ll call it even, for now. But remember this: when you see me again, keep your head down p>
A shaky breath escaped Dylan, relief washing over him like a tide.
The onlookers braced, expecting her to finally release him, imagining him rushing to the hospital to have the compass removed. But with the speed of a striking serpent, she yanked the compass free.
“Ah!” Dylan’s scream tore through the air as he collapsed, clutching his wounded hand, curling into himself in agony.
“Ugh!” The crowd instinctively recoiled, hearts hammering in stunned horror.