They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 06

They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 06

At the same time, a sharp sound of brakes came from the school gate.

Seven top-tier luxury cars with sequential license plates parked in a neat row under the teaching

building.

The doors opened, and my other seven brothers stepped out aggressively with an uncountable

number of bodyguards in black.

The entire school went dead silent instantly.

Everyone was stunned by this spectacle that rivaled a cinematic blockbuster.

I looked at Alistair walking toward me on the roof, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore; all my

grievances exploded at that moment.

“Alistair!”

I threw myself into his arms, sobbing loudly.

“She broke the bracelet you bought me, and she smashed my phone.”

“She even said… waaaaah…’

Alistair held me tightly, his broad, warm palm gently stroking my back again and again.

He took off his suit jacket and wrapped me up snugly, gently wiping the tears from my face.

He tenderly led me down from the rooftop: “Don’t cry, baby. Alistair is here.”

On the field, when his gaze turned toward the crowd, his expression was ice cold.

“What happened.”

The headmaster came scrambling over, his body trembling as he explained.

“Mr. St. Claire, it’s all a misunderstanding! Just a little conflict between a teacher and a student…”

Madeline Vance’s face was a bit pale, but she still stubbornly tried to justify herself.

“I only said a few words to her, who knew she was so delicate that she’d threaten people with

jumping off a building.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a cool male voice rang out.

“Delicate?”

Julian, my third brother, strode to my side.

He looked up, his sharp gaze fixed on Madeline Vance.

“Whether my family’s child is delicate or not, what does that have to do with you?”

Madeline Vance’s face flushed and paled by turns, yet she still refused to admit fault.

“Who knows? And I didn’t do anything to her at all, she dropped it herself!”

She stiffened her neck: “Is being rich such a big deal? Does having money mean you can run rampant in school?”

My desk-mate held up her phone and plucked up the courage to step forward.

“…I have a recording here.”

She pressed the play button.

Madeline Vance’s bitter and malicious words clearly rang out once again.

The headmaster’s expression collapsed; he looked like he was completely finished.

When they heard the phrase “serve men,” my eight brothers’ faces instantly turned as black as

soot.

A terrifying low-pressure atmosphere filled the air.

The surrounding students were all stunned.

“Gosh, how can a teacher talk like that?”

“That’s so malicious, she’s not usually like this…”

“Usually that’s toward boys; when have you ever seen her being pleasant to a girl?”

Alistair’s hand around me tightened slightly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

“Very well.”

“I will let you know what the consequences are for bullying someone from the St. Claire family.”

Under the pressure from my brothers and the group of bodyguards, Madeline Vance could no longer hold herself up; her legs gave way.

With a “thud,” she collapsed onto the ground.

Alistair didn’t even bother to look at Madeline Vance again; he just gave a look to the black-clad

bodyguards behind him.

The other party understood immediately and dialed a number to call in a professional appraiser.

The surrounding students whispered to each other

“Pick-me girl really kicked a steel plate this time!”

“I heard rich people’s bracelets are worth as much as a house, do you think she can afford to pay

for it?”

“Who told her to bully Jewel St. Claire first.”