Ciara Taylor waved Amelia Clarke over to sit beside her.
William Smith promptly grabbed a spare chair and placed it next to his own, "Amelia, sit next to me."
Amelia Clarke glanced at Ciara Taylor, whose complexion had turned ugly. After a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of provocation and sarcasm, and she said with a smile to William Smith, "Mm, thank you."
Successfully, she saw Ciara Taylor's face contort.
In her heart, there was a sliver of vengeful satisfaction.
Ciara Taylor had threatened her by holding Mason Carter over her head; she could also grasp Ciara Taylor's Achilles' heel, letting Ciara taste what it feels like to be powerless and heartbroken!
And William Smith was indeed Ciara Taylor's biggest and weakest Achilles' heel.
When William Smith received Amelia Clarke's affirmative answer, joy nearly burst from his eyes.
Ciara Taylor clenched her teeth and endured.
Why? Why did the boy she liked have such a fondness for Amelia Clarke?
