Chapter 156
Arabe''s face fell.
Was she being dismissed as a dog?
With a cold gaze, she looked at Thomas. "And who are you to stop me?"
She tried to open the car door on Percival''s side and reach for his hand.
In the past, she would never dare act this way towards Percival, but now, as a member of the Brooks
family, she had the confidence to do so, believing that Percival would respect the Brooks family''s name.
Her courage had grown considerably.
However, as soon as her hand touched the car door, it swung open from inside, and she was kicked
away by Percival.
Arabe fell to the ground, feeling as if every bone in her body had been broken. With tears in her
eyes, she looked at Percival.
"Arabe!" Tristan, furious, rushed over to attack Percival. "You dare hurt her?! I''ll kill you!"
But before he could even touch Percival''s suit, the men who had beaten Paul earlier stepped in his
way, pinning him down.
"Percival! Fight me one-on-one if you dare!" Tristan''s face was distorted with anger as he was pinned
to the ground, still yelling.
Percival didn''t so much as give him a nce. He casually adjusted the cuffs of his suit, speaking to
Thomas in a detached tone. "The car''s dirty. Get me a new one."
Thomas nodded. "Yes." He then took out his phone and called for another car.
Soon, a new car arrived.
Percival, holding Vivienne''s hand, got into the car. He nced at Thomas. "If you can''t handle this, go
to Fariana Isle!"
Thomas shuddered. "Yes."
He immediately called for a tow truck to take away Arabe''s sports car, with Paul still in it.
"What are you doing?" Arabe, shocked, tried to stand up despite the pain. "This is my car!"
"There''s still someone in the car!" Paul also cried out in fear, struggling to jump out.
The tow truck driver paid them no mind and drove towards the scrapyard.
"Percival!" Arabe realized Percival''s intentions and immediately put on her usual pitiful act. "You''ve
gone too far!"
Vivienne hadn''t seen Arabe''s victim act in a while and found it somewhat novel. She watched her for
a while longer.
Percival didn''t even bother to look at her.
Thomas drove the car into the school, leaving Tristan, who was still yelling on the ground, in a cloud of
exhaust fumes.
In the school''s parking lot, Thomas reported the information he had gathered to Percival.
"A month ago, Beatrice suddenly approached the Brooks family, saying that Arabe is the daughter of
the Brooks family''s head, Scott Brooks. The Brooks family, upon receiving the news, immediately sent
people to bring Arabe to Rivenwood."N?velDrama.Org is the owner.
"Scott? I thought he never married. Where does this daughtere from?" Percival frowned.
"Scott had a girlfriend whom he loved very much over a decade ago." Thomas answered. "They were
about to get married when she suddenly left him. Scott has been looking for her ever since, but to no
avail. Later, he found Arabe, who turned out to be his daughter with that woman."
"Are we sure she''s his biological daughter?" Percival leaned back in the leather seat, his fingers
drumming on the window.
"They did a paternity test." Thomas said, "With Arabe''s abilities, it''s unlikely that she could have
tampered with the results under the watchful eyes of the Brooks family in Rivenwood."
Vivienne sat quietly on the side.
The Brooks family?
Interesting.
No wonder Arabe was so confident today. She had be the heiress to one of the Four Prominent
Families of Rivenwood, the Brooks family.
"Spread the word about all the things Arabe did in Havenwood to the Brooks family." Percival
ordered. "Every noble family there needs to know. We don''t need to save dignity for the Brooks family."
Thomas immediately carried out the order.
They had thought that after being humiliated by Percival at the school gate, Arabe would be too
ashamed to return to school.
Surprisingly, she was unbowed, bypassing the hospital and going straight to school after Tristan was
released by Percival''s men.
By the time Vivienne and Percival entered the faculty office, word of Arabe''s return had spread
throughout the school.
And Arabe had made a grand entrance, parading around as the heiress of the Brooks family, with
Tristan acting as her bodyguard.
Vivienne had heard a bit about Tristan from Thomas. Supposedly, he was once a street kid, saved by
Scott''s missing girlfriend, andter adopted by the Brooks family.
Therefore, Tristan felt indebted to Arabe''s mother and pledged to protect Arabe forever when she
was found. He followed Arabe like a guardian angel.
No matter what outrageous act Arabemitted, he not only turned a blind eye but even helped her
out.
Vivienne initially didn''t care. As long as Arabe and Tristan didn''t mess with her, she couldn''t be
bothered to give them the time of day.
Bute afternoon break, Vivienne and Percival happened to pass by Arabe''s ssroom, finding a
crowd gathered around. Coral was in the center, her eyes red and a handprint visible on her left cheek.
Arabe was nestled in Tristan''s arms, crying as if her heart would break, weakly using Coral amid
her sobs. "Coral, I''ve let bygones be bygones; why are you still against me now that I''m back?”
And she seemingly appeared more pitiful than Coral, who''d been pped.
Without thinking, Vivienne knew this was Arabe retaliating for Coral previously helping her.
She walked up to Coral and asked, "Who did this?"
Coral remained silent, her furious yet somewhat fearful gaze fixed on Tristan.
Vivienne looked up at Tristan.
The sight of Percival behind Vivienne reminded Tristan of the humiliation he''d just suffered and the
resentment he harbored for being held down.
He guessed that Percival''s pals must be lurking nearby, so he held back his anger, simply stating to
Vivienne with a frosty face, "She just knocked Arabe down. I was merely disciplining her."
He didn''t believe he''d done anything wrong. "If you teachers can''t keep your students in line, then it''s
up to us rtives to protect our own."
"I didn''t!" Coral clutched her swollen cheek as tears welled in her eyes. "Arabe fell on her own and
med it on me!"
"You liar!" Tristan said coldly, "Arabe''s arm is injured! Besides, why would she frame you?"
"Are you saying Arabe hasn''t framed people before?" Vivienne shot a meaningful look at Arabe,
who was nestled in Tristan''s arms.