I still had to go to the competition.

But I couldn't wear the stained dress.

I turned around and entered the art classroom where my deskmate, Elena Mendoza, was studying. She looked at me covered in ink and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Did someone do this to you?"

I nodded helplessly. "Indeed. Elena, can you do something about my dress?"

Elena nodded and pulled me close to her, picking up a brush and starting to paint on me.

I could only ask her for help.

Unexpectedly, it worked.

She was done, and I entered the competition venue.

Satisfied with the astonishment in everyone's eyes, I knew that Elena's painting skills were impeccable.

This competition was the stepping stone to a prestigious university.

Dean naturally had to come as well.

When he saw me, it seemed like he had forgotten about our unpleasantness. He sat next to me.

But his attention was clearly not on me. It seemed he was looking for someone else.

"Who are you looking for?"

I smiled at him.

Dean's gaze flickered for a moment. He hesitated for a while and then said, "Where is Abby? Isn't she also participating in the competition? Why haven't I seen her?"

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh at my foolishness in my previous life.

Why couldn't I see it in my previous life when it was so obvious? He cared about her so much.

I suddenly wanted to see more of his expressions.

An idea hit me. I wanted to tease him, so I lowered my voice so that only he could hear me.

"I expelled her. She will never have the chance to encounter such a competition again in her lifetime."

Dean's eyes turned sinister for a second, but it was not enough.

"She is just the daughter of a maid. She's nothing."

I continued to lower my voice and provoke him. He was just a young and inexperienced man. His ability to endure was so weak and vulnerable.

I simply needed a little bit of stimulation.

And I could make him lose his mind.

Sure enough, the next second, a pair of hands grabbed my neck frantically.

"You're nothing compared to Abby."

Is that so?

I smirked at him provocatively, hiding the deep hatred in my eyes.

Those who were doomed would lose their minds before that.

Dean, your good days are coming.

After the teachers and classmates around us saw us, they grabbed Dean and controlled him.

I cried bitterly, covering my neck, looking lost.

"I'm going to tell my dad. Dean, we're done."

Dean finally came to his senses from his madness.

He looked down at his hands. Hearing what I said, he realized what he had done.

"Janice, no, I..."

He reached out to me.

Looking "worried", I shrank my neck, and the teacher quickly comforted me.

"Janice, we will definitely make things right for you."

I nodded and carefully avoided Dean.

My cautious look made many classmates wonder.

I was always proud, but now, I looked so frightened.

They blamed Dean.

I followed the teacher, sobbing softly while saying, "I told him that we are engaged after all, so he should keep his distance from Abby.

"I just finished speaking, and he went crazy. He threatened to kill me."

I wiped away my tears and cried even more sadly. "I know Abby likes him, but she also knows we're engaged. But she..."

The surrounding classmates whispered to each other.

"I hate people who know that others are engaged but still get involved."

"Abby looks gentle and weak, but I didn't expect her to be so scheming. Those who have boyfriends should be careful. Don't let her get her way."

I listened to their words and smiled imperceptibly.

Dean liked to use the underdog theory to manipulate public opinion. He thought the weak were always right.

I could use the theory, too.

And I could use it in an even nastier way.

In a short while, "Abby is the other woman" became the trending topic on the campus forum.

The picture of me crying quietly in the office was also secretly taken and posted.

[Is this Janice? Why is she crying so miserably?]

[What do you think? Because of that jerk Dean.]

[I saw the whole thing. Dean is a monster. He actually grabbed Janice by the neck. Don't they have an engagement?]

[Dean is a scumbag.]