They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 12

They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 12

My brother’s face was grim as he took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Jaxson, send two people to the school.”

After hanging up, he didn’t even bother to look at Madeline Vance again.

Madeline Vance was still crying and shouting, saying she just wanted to live a bit better, saying the

world was unfair to her.

I couldn’t understand those words; I just felt they were very noisy.

I pulled on Everett’s sleeve and said in a small voice: “Everett, I don’t want to see her anymore,

she’s so scary.”

My brother instantly softened, rubbing my head, “Okay, our baby won’t look at dirty things.”

Just as he was about to lead me away, two men wearing black suits and sunglasses appeared

outside the crowd.

They walked straight up to Madeline Vance, each grabbing one of her arms and dragging her away like a dead dog.

“What are you doing! Let me go!”

“Jewel St. Claire, you demon! I won’t let you off even if I become a ghost!”

Her sharp cursing echoed in the air.

The pedestrians around were dumbfounded, and it wasn’t until she was dragged far away that an

even bigger discussion broke out.

The storm settled completely.

From the headmaster to the deans, everyone at the school was replaced.

My life returned to its former tranquility.

That evening was our family dinner.

All eight brothers were present at the round dining table.

Alistair pushed an exquisite box in front of me.

“Baby, open it and see.”

I opened the box, and inside was a diamond bracelet a hundred times more beautiful than the

previous one, sparking with brillant light under the lan

“Wow cred out in delight

Alstar rubbed my head, his gaze doeng

My attention was entirely on the beautiful new brat had eve

Jaxson cleared his throat and said serious

The first rule of our house is that our baby Jewel S Clare doesn’t need to grow up and you don’t need to go out and suffer in the real world

Next, each of the eight brothers asked me one by one if I wanted new islands new castles or new diamonds

The atmosphere became lively again instantly

They scrambled to speak, fearing they would fall behind

I looked at them, my eyes curving into crescents wh my smile

“I don’t want anything.”

The brothers went quiet instantly looking at me nervously

“I only want my brothers.”

The sun was just right, and the breeze was gentle.

I know that no matter how much wind and rain there is outside, I will always have my eight brothers as my backing.