Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 976 - 278: Retribution Arrives! _1

Chapter 976: 278: Retribution Arrives! _1

Mr. White’s words fell like a bucket of cold water.

In this winter season, they left Rachel Barton cold all over, almost unable to breathe.

She almost thought she was hallucinating.

What did Mr. White say?

He said he had feelings for someone else.

He also said it was inappropriate to call him Marcus.

Rachel tried hard to calm herself down.

She comforted herself in her heart.

Mr. White said he had feelings for someone, this person must be her.

Mr. White said it was inappropriate for her to call him Marcus, there must be a reason for it. After all, they were going to be together in the future; it wasn’t suitable for a couple to address each other like that.

Moreover, a boy should be the one to express his feelings, it was indeed inappropriate to let a girl confess.

So, Mr. White must want to confess his feelings to her.

Thinking about it this way, Rachel felt somewhat relieved, she looked up at Mr. White, “Um, do I know the person you’re interested in?”

The answer from Mr. White would surely be, ‘It’s you.’

Then he would start confessing his feelings.

Rachel looked at Mr. White with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

“No comment,” Mr. White seemed to see through Rachel’s thoughts, and continued, “But I can clearly tell you that it’s not you. Plus, your crude imitation is really ugly.”

The last sentence, like a sharp sword, cut Rachel to pieces.

At that moment, Rachel could barely stand.

She was struggling to breathe.

No one knew how heartbroken she was at that moment.

She thought Mr. White would confess his feelings to her, but she didn’t expect…

She didn’t expect Mr. White to say such heartbreaking words to her.

A crude imitation?

So, in Mr. White’s eyes, she was nothing more than a clown imitating others, she wasn’t even comparable to Viola Thompson’s little finger.

With that, Mr. White started his car and left.

Watching the direction the car was heading, Rachel felt frozen to her core. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed in the snow.

It took Rachel quite a while to crawl out of the snow and limp back towards the dormitory.

Not until she got back to the dormitory did she realize that most of her white down coat was wet, very much a sorry sight.

Seeing Rachel in this state, Nora asked with slight concern, “Rachel, what happened to you? Are you okay? Did someone bully you?”

Even though Nora didn’t quite like Rachel.

But they would be roommates for four years, so she had to show concern in situations like this.

The other roommates also looked over curiously.

“Rachel, your clothes are wet?”

Rachel’s eyes were cold.

She knew they were all here to laugh at her.

Since she was from out of town, none of the roommates ever treated her with respect.

When she was able to treat the roommates to meals at high-end restaurants, they would pretend to care for her.

But now.

She had nothing left, no longer able to treat her roommates to meals at the Michelin restaurant. They had nothing more to gain.

So, they were definitely here to ridicule her.

“You guys don’t need to care.”

Rachel left these cold words behind and walked straight to the bathroom.

Right now, she had no one to rely on in this world.

Her own sister didn’t want her.

The person she liked didn’t like her.

She was like a social orphan, all alone in the world.

Rachel locked herself in the bathroom and cried uncontrollably.

She didn’t know how she ended up like this.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Was she really a clown, an atrocious imitator?

It was the same piece of clothing.

Viola Thompson could wear it.

But she couldn’t?

The same piece of clothing, Viola Thompson looked fantastic in it.

But she was a laughable imitator in it?

Just because Mr. White liked Viola Thompson and not her, she was a clown?

But this was so unfair!

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Just because she was not as beautiful as Viola Thompson, she lost her right to wear clothes?

Yes.

She had the same hairstyle as Viola Thompson, wore the same clothes, the same hat.

But was this alone enough to label her a buffoon?

How preposterous…

At this moment.

Rachel suddenly thought of someone.

Flora Tiarks!

It must be Flora Tiarks!

Flora Tiarks didn’t like her in the first place.

So, it must be Flora Tiarks who bad-mouthed her to Mr. White, thus making Mr. White dislike her so much that he would say such hurtful words.

Otherwise, Mr. White would never hate her so much.

Thinking about it, Rachel narrowed her eyes, revealing a malicious look.

At this moment, Rachel appeared to be a totally different person.

Hearing the sounds coming from the bathroom, the roommates looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.