A guy finally couldn't hold it in anymore, wanting to rush over and help her out, but his friend next to him grabbed him: "Are you crazy! Don't you get what's happening right now? Emma Clarke is Aurelia Shaw's number one fan. Jovana Shaw scheming against Aurelia Shaw in front of this many people—doesn't she just not want to survive in school anymore?"

"Don't forget, that person is also a fan of Aurelia Shaw."

When he heard "that person," the guy froze, his face going pale. He looked at Jovana Shaw and lost all courage to step forward.

"Is this the face you show at home too, lying to the Queen's dad, pretending with the Queen?" Emma Clarke had also been tricked by illegitimate children before—she understood better than anyone, and hated people like this the most.

If it weren't for worrying about the Queen's reputation, she would've slapped her already.

"I didn't." Jovana Shaw kept shaking her head.

She was scared.

For the first time, she felt completely alone.

Before, all she had to do was get her eyes a little red or act a bit fragile, and someone would always come help her.

Why has everything changed?

"Didn't? Tsk tsk." Emma Clarke sneered, lips curling, took out her phone, tapped a few times, and immediately the sound of back-to-back phone notifications rang out.

Everyone pulled out their phones in confusion, only to find a push notification from the school Forum.

When they read what was written, everyone's expressions shifted. When they looked at Jovana Shaw, there wasn't the slightest hint of sympathy left.

Jovana Shaw didn't know what they'd seen, but seeing their expressions, she had a bad feeling.

"Ding dong"

Her phone buzzed.

She took it out, saw the push notification, and her face changed dramatically!

All the dirt on her had just dropped—shopping for luxury clothes at the mall, trash-talking socialites behind their backs, stabbing "besties" with cold knives—every detail, completely exposed.

How… how on earth did Emma Clarke dig this up?!

Jovana Shaw didn't have the mind to think about it—now that this stuff was out, there was no way she'd ever break into Q City's high society again. She might not even last until graduation at this high school.

"It's not true, all of it is fake…"

Jovana Shaw made one last desperate attempt.

Emma Clarke let out a cold laugh. "This post is going to stay up on the Forum. If anyone questions whether it's real, they can come to me directly—I still have plenty more dirt in my hand."

She walked right up to Jovana Shaw, lowered her voice:

"If you don't want people to find out, don't do it. If you try any more little tricks behind the Queen's back, I'll make sure you and your mother both get cast out of the social circle."

After saying that, she turned to leave, but when she got to the door, she paused and kindly reminded her:

"Better transfer schools while you still can. Oh, right." She remembered something, smiled lightly. "Your position as student council president was stripped this morning. Not resigned, fired."

Jovana Shaw's eyes widened, "No—no way!"

She worked so hard to get to graduation, finally snagged the honor of student council president. With this title, she could get even better opportunities in college—how could she get fired now?!

Emma Clarke left with a light laugh.

This was Jovana Shaw getting what she deserved.

"Emma, there's something I'm pretty curious about. Why are you so into the Queen?" one of Emma Clarke's friends asked. It wasn't that the Queen wasn't cool—she was a fan too.

But Emma Clarke was different from all of them.

She was as arrogant as they came, but not interested in much. It was hard to imagine a girl like her would chase a celebrity, and get this obsessed.