The comment clearly labeled Vicky and her crew as Leah's personal guard dogs.
These girls were bold enough to pick on Daisy, but they didn't dare mess with Maeve.
The memory of Maeve ruthlessly slapping Leah in the restroom was still fresh in everyone's minds.
Even Leah couldn't do anything against Maeve. In the face of absolute dominance, these lowly minions could only bow their heads.
"Who's biting anyone? We were just making a joke with Daisy. Right, Daisy?"
After being bullied time and time again, even Daisy was losing her patience.
"Anyone with a brain knows whether that was a joke or not."
"And I have no interest in joking around with any of you."
Vicky sneered.
"Wow, look at you growing a spine. The timid little Daisy Duke has finally learned how to hide behind someone else's power."
"Without Maeve backing you up, you're absolutely nothing to us."
"Must be nice clinging to a rich girl's coattails. We're all so jealous."
Under Maeve's increasingly icy glare, Vicky reluctantly shut her mouth.
Even so, before leaving, she made sure to drop one last toxic remark.
"Maeve, if you didn't have the White family backing you, do you really think Daisy would be kissing up to you like a dog?"
"She flatters you and begs for your attention every single day, all for the perks you can give her."
"If a better offer comes along, people like her would be the first to sell you out."
It was an absolute insult to Daisy's character.
Daisy wanted to defend herself, but Vicky's group was already walking away.
Daisy had never been good with words. When it came to arguments, she never won.
"Maeve, don't listen to their nonsense."
"I swear to God, I will never, ever betray you."
To prove her sincerity, Daisy raised her hand in a solemn oath.
Maeve looked utterly exasperated.
If Daisy ever crossed the line, she would simply cut ties.
Swearing absolute loyalty to the heavens?
Unnecessary. Completely unnecessary.
As they walked, Maeve sensed a pair of eyes watching her silently from the shadows.
She glanced around warily, but aside from a few passing students, she spotted no one suspicious.
Was it just her imagination?
By the weekend, unable to resist Naomi's relentless nagging, Maeve finally caved and agreed to their plans.
"I don't even know who Mia Sutton is. Why am I going to her birthday party?"
It was only when the car rolled to a stop that Maeve realized she had been tricked.
Looming before them was a sprawling European-style villa on the outskirts of the city.
According to Naomi, the owner of the villa was Mia Sutton, someone she was reasonably close to.
Today was Mia's twenty-fifth birthday, and the guest list was strictly composed of her closest friends.

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