Class Villainess

"Are you okay?"

"I am, but…." I swallowed my saliva, hardly. "What... what happened with him?"

…

"It's nothing. He's just a bit crazy. Miss Leah has been taking care of him for a while," the boy explained. But I felt like he was hiding many things. He refused to tell what kind of destress they did, and when that weird guy suddenly came to search for Leah, he got kicked out. 

"Is he part of the boxing club?" I asked. Because I found it so weird that a frail guy like that could enter this club full of rigorous activities. He would be beaten to a pulp by these club members. 

…

The boy paused for a moment before nodding, "He was an official club member before. But something happened, and he got kicked out."

"Miss Leah is kind enough to let him stay around for some treatment, but other than that, he has no business here. We usually just leave him alone while he is waiting for Miss Leah to come."

"Oh, he seems to be very dependent on Leah. What he did that got him kicked out of the club? Is this treatment also part of your destress?"

…

"What's your name again?"

"Emmelyn."

"Emmelyn, it's not good to stick your nose to our private matter. Miss Leah accepted you because she wants to show a good example to other clubs."

No, she accepted my club visit because she wanted to fuck with Logan, I bet. 

Thanks to him, though, now I could gain access to this club. 

"So don't be nosy and ask about private things," the boy said. 

Heh, then how could I get anything if I didn't get nosy? My reason to come here was to destroy your manager's life after all. 

"I see. May I know your name?"

"James."

I nodded and explained, "You see, James. I'm here just for my club visit. I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but you've been so secretive."

"How am I supposed to get an idea of what you guys are doing if you hide everything?" 

James looked at me with displeasure, but I bet he couldn't say anything since he had no right.

I was here with an official recommendation letter approved by Leah, so he couldn't say anything.

However, I found that I had no way to continue this conversation with him. I knew I wasn't welcomed. I might as well make a point. 

"I don't see anything worthwhile if you keep hiding everything. It's not like you guys are doing illegal stuff, right?" I said with a grin. 

James stared at me expressionless, he was already cold when I entered the club, and he was even colder now. 

"There is no illegal stuff here. This is just a regular boxing club," James replied, trying to cover up that dirty little secret. 

"Regular boxing club with great loyalty to Miss Leah, right?"

"…. yes."

I grinned and turned around. I looked over my shoulder and told James, "Thank you for guiding me today. I'll return on Monday, but please be more professional because there is no way I can use this as a report."

"Your report is not our problem, Emmelyn."

"And my report will determine whether I can help Miss Leah or not. I bet she will be enraged because you don't give enough information for me, James," I walked out of the club. 

I could feel James' suspicious gaze piercing my back, and I understood that he must've been worried about that secret.

But I had to keep pressuring them to at least show me a hint, so I could get enough to start formulating my plan. 

But I knew the key was in Logan and Leah. Maybe I could use Logan to seduce Leah? 

I knew Logan would hate it, but then again, I think he hated everything except making pottery. 

So might as well took the shot later. 

—

I walked on the corridor, looking for that frail guy who had been kicked out of the club by James. 

I had the feeling that I could get A LOT of information about the shady secret inside the Boxing club.

But as I kept searching around, I couldn't find him at all. He hobbled as if he was about to fall anytime soon, but when I rushed around to search him… he disappeared. 

"Where the heck is that guy?" I wondered as I kept searching. I passed many clubs until I reached the end of the club building. That guy just vanished out of thin air.

"Damn it, what is he? A ghost?" I was frustrated. I thought that it would be easy. But things had never been easy for me, just my luck, I guess. 

I walked to the Pottery club room and saw Logan was sitting on the ground while smoking a cigarette. He puffed the smoke in the air while thinking about something. 

I frowned.

I had to admit that Logan looked troubled, but he was rich, so rich, and that came from Leah's mouth. What kind of problem did a rich kid have anyway?

Call me insensitive, but as far as I saw, all my problems in the previous life could be solved as long as I had money.

I held my breath as I entered the pottery club room. Logan glanced at me, but he ignored me and continued smoking. 

I snatched the cigarette from his hand and put it off before throwing it on the trash can. 

Logan clicked his tongue in annoyance, "What are you on about? Now I can't smoke?"

I pointed up to the ceiling, "The smoke detector, you dumbass. If you triggered that, the whole building will be on fire emergency!"

Logan looked up and snorted, "Fine, I'll ask someone to deactivate that later."

Why didn't you just—stop smoking instead? That'd be easier, right?

Logan shifted his gaze at me and asked, "So, what brings you here?"

"This is my club. Now I can't enter my club as well?"

"I'm not an idiot.. Just tell me what you want before I kick you out for real."