Laura Jones furrowed her brow, her gaze towards Emma Williams had become much colder. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Emma was so infuriated by Laura Jones that she didn’t even notice Laura’s changing expression, she continued coldly:

"The class president is just whatever, he’s on the same level as you, if you want to compete, that’s fine. But who is William Wilson to you? What makes you think you have the right to compete with me? Do you deserve him? Are you worthy of William Wilson?"

Laura Jones: "???"

Aiming low at classmates while raising herself high?

Hitting her wasn’t enough, even dragged an innocent class president into this, what is this for?

No matter how good-tempered Laura Jones was, she was also irritated by Emma’s words at this moment.

Moreover, being Mr. Jones’s daughter, her temper is inherited.

Laura Jones leisurely took off the elastic band from her wrist, casually tied her hair into a ponytail, her gaze landed on Emma’s liver-colored face, and said:

"What’s wrong? You like the class president, he likes me, has this hit a nerve with you?"

She looked at Emma and sarcastically curled her lips, "You always thought you were noble, that all the men in the world should like you, right?"

"I want to ask, the class president likes me but doesn’t like you, what does it tell you? It means you’re not as excellent as you imagine, at least, not as excellent as I am."

Her lips curled into a confident arc as she tucked strands of hair blown by the night wind behind her ear, continuing:

"Not to mention that I don’t even deign to compete with you for men, even if I did compete, so what? Whether it’s the class president or Mr. Wilson, we’re unmarried men and women, the class president isn’t yours, Mr. Wilson isn’t yours either, why shouldn’t I compete? On what moral high ground are you standing to accuse me?"

"Also, Emma Williams, in today’s society, everyone is equal, you grew up under the socialist red flag, not as a princess in ancient royalty, no one is nobler than anyone else."

Emma never expected Laura Jones would use so many words to counter her all at once, and every word touched on her sore points.

She was so angry her whole body shook, her face twisted, but she couldn’t find a suitable point to refute.

"Since you insist on bringing up Mr. Wilson, let’s talk about it properly."

Laura Jones looked at Emma, her eyes squinting slightly, although no anger could be seen, yet for some reason, Emma shivered all over.

"At the Taylor Family, you’re always acting cute and coquettish, but has Mr. Wilson ever looked at you more than once? He’d rather teach me to play Poker than bother with you, don’t you get what this means?"

"Mr. Wilson simply doesn’t fancy you, can you recognize this fact?"

Emma was terrified by Laura Jones’s aggressive countering, her face showed a marvelous mix of surprise and anger.

"Going back to myself, I’m very self-aware, knowing it’s useless to flaunt in front of Mr. Wilson, it’s better to seriously play Poker, see, playing Poker poorly is even more useful than flaunting, doesn’t that just tick you off?"

"Lastly, Emma Williams, let me advise you, whether you want to reach high or settle low, please don’t involve me, my temperament isn’t as good as you might perceive.

Don’t think that by arrogantly warning me not to seduce Mr. Wilson, you’ll have a chance."

"You’re just like those online fans of popular celebrities, whenever someone dates a girlfriend, they curse them to no end, as if with nobody else around, they’d notice you."