Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 155: Wolf Girl Cousin

"Ahh... it hurts so much... Mommy..."

Ulysses Spann’s piercing scream tore through the air. The lunchbox in his hand fell to the ground, spilling food everywhere. He lay on the ground wailing, clutching his left arm. It was completely still—it looked broken.

Tang Xiaonan was startled. ’I really didn’t expect Amanda Chapman to be this ruthless. As expected of a granddaughter of the Thorne family, her style is exactly the same. No wasted words, just straight to action. She’s a real wolf girl.’

"Don’t cry, Xiaonan. I got revenge for you."

Amanda Chapman’s expression didn’t change. She took Tang Xiaonan’s hand, had her sit down, and continued eating. ’You can’t fight on an empty stomach, after all.’ Tang Xiaonan looked at Amanda Chapman with admiration. ’This cousin of mine really keeps a low profile. She’s usually so quiet, but she’s absolutely ruthless when it counts.’

"We couldn’t find Teacher Golding."

A few children returned, panting for breath. They had searched the whole school but couldn’t find Phoenix Golding. They had no idea where she’d run off to during lunchtime.

Ulysses Spann’s crying gradually subsided, and he picked himself up. When he saw the messy pile of food on the ground—so ruined that not even a dog would eat it—he started crying sadly again. He was so hungry.

Sniveling, Ulysses Spann took his empty lunchbox and left, probably to find Phoenix Golding and tattle. Tang Xiaonan didn’t give it a second thought. ’Worst case, I’ll just drop out of this stupid school. Studying under a "green tea" like Phoenix Golding who can’t even speak proper Mandarin is worse than studying at home with Grandpa Tate, anyway.’

Tang Xiaonan gave most of her rice to Amanda Chapman, and they split the meat and egg evenly. She had only taken a few bites when Jacqueline Spann came over, leading a pitiful-looking Ulysses Spann by the hand.

Jacqueline Spann had been in a terrible mood lately. For some reason, nothing was going her way. She hadn’t heard any news about the postcard, and Clayton Xavier hadn’t come to study with her these past few days, even though he used to ask her to study together every now and then.

What made Jacqueline Spann most uneasy was that Old Master Tate refused to teach her anymore. He claimed he was too busy with the spring planting, but in the past, he had been willing to teach her English even during the busiest harvest season. The spring planting was definitely just an excuse.

Then, Byron Thorne spread the word that he had hired Old Master Tate to tutor his grandson and granddaughter. He was now their formally acknowledged master. Byron Thorne had picked an auspicious day, brought a basket overflowing with tuition gifts, and held a grand master-disciple ceremony. Many people in the village had seen it.

They saw that Byron Thorne, who was known for being a tightwad, had been incredibly generous with the ceremony gifts: a cut of meat dripping with fat, a plump chicken, plus rice cakes and other items. It seemed Byron Thorne really meant business.

A formally acknowledged master held a status equal to one’s own father; one was obligated to visit and present gifts during festivals and holidays. As a result, Old Master Tate’s standing in the village rose significantly. After all, he now had a powerful backer in the Thorne family. Who would dare to bully him now?

Jacqueline Spann, however, believed Old Master Tate had refused her simply because she couldn’t afford the tuition gifts. She not only resented Old Master Tate but also hated the Thorne family for throwing their weight around. ’What’s the point of a nest of idiots like them studying, anyway? It’s a complete waste. In the future, they’ll just end up as pig butchers or farmers. There’s no need for them to learn so much; knowing how to write their own names and do some basic counting is more than enough for them.’

’But I’m different. I’m going to get into a university! The Thorne family stole my opportunity to learn, which is no different from cutting off my path in life. How could I not hate them?’

"Xiaonan, were you the one who knocked over Ulysses’s lunchbox?"

Although she was furious, Jacqueline Spann maintained her gentle demeanor. The usual smile, however, was gone from her face. She truly couldn’t bring herself to smile at anyone from the Thorne family. ’I hate their guts.’