Chapter 83: Breaking the Crown    

Jessica's entourage giggled behind her, like they were auditioning for a villainous role in some bad teen drama. I could feel their eyes on me, hungry for a reaction.

I met her gaze calmly. "Jessica, you might want to reconsider who you pick a fight with today. I'm not in the mood."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by my words. "Oh, really? And what are you gonna do? Cry? Maybe beg for scraps like you did when Sinclair found you?"

Her words were sharp, but they didn't cut as deep as she intended. I smirked. "It's funny you think you know everything about me. It must be exhausting, keeping track of who's beneath you every day."

Jessica crossed her arms, her posture oozing superiority. "Please. You're hardly worth my time, but now that you're not the 'Rosette Lady' you pretended to be, I figured I'd give you a reality check. You're nothing."