Chapter 598

In the past, Melody commanded attention wherever she went, inspiring admiration and awe. Boys often compared her to other girls, invariably concluding she was superior. She reveled in the envious, yet admiring, gazes of her peers.

But now, she was the laughingstock. The drastic fall from grace only strengthened her resolve to reclaim her body.

Steadying herself, she said calmly, "That bug is very important to me. Please give it back."

She hoped politeness would work, but underestimated their cruelty.

"Why should I?" sneered the group's leader, Elmer Gould. A spoiled rich kid, he was notorious for bullying. He held the glass jar, examining the sleeping bug.

As the jar shook, the bug moved slightly, its white form turning a faint, eerie red. Elmer recoiled in disgust, flinging the jar away. "What the hell is this thing? It's disgusting!"

The jar arced through the air, falling toward the ground. Melody's eyes widened. She lunged forward, but her bulky frame caused her to trip. She fell with a thud.

The jar shattered before her eyes. Shards flew, cutting her face. A thin trail of blood seeped out. Ignoring the pain, she stared blankly at the bug, overwhelmed by fury.

"You destroyed my last hope!" she screamed. "I'll kill you!"

Struggling to her feet, she charged at Elmer, but was no match for them.

Half an hour later, security guards restrained her, hands twisted behind her back.

"Let me go! Let me go!" she shouted.

"Damn, this chick's crazy! Fighting over a bug? What a lunatic! Get this nutcase to the police!" Elmer yelled, then saw a figure at the classroom door. His eyes lit up. "Melody! Why are you at school so early? I'll carry an umbrella for you if you're leaving later!" His simpering was obvious.

Wilma, flattered by the attention, found it increasingly difficult to relinquish this lifestyle. Melody's appearance only fueled her agitation.

"You bitch! Give me back my body!" she screamed.

Wilma remained impassive. "Who are you? I don't know you. And how did you even get in here? What are the security guards doing?" She shifted blame to the guards, diverting attention.

The head guard sighed inwardly, concealing Tiffany's orders. "We'll handle this. It won't happen again." The guards dragged Melody away.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Her screams were futile. The commotion subsided.

Three minutes before class, Tiffany entered. The noise ceased. Wilma looked up, meeting Tiffany's cold gaze. She felt nervous.

Wilma, hired for the body swap, had betrayed Tiffany. While feeling a twinge of guilt, her pride and arrogance overwhelmed her. The drastic change had inflated her ego.

She braced herself to meet Tiffany's gaze defiantly, but Tiffany looked away indifferently. Wilma was speechless, a sense of defeat washing over her.

Noticing her mood, Elmer offered, "Want me to prank Tiffany?"

"Sure!" Wilma smiled seductively.

Elmer was stunned. He'd been repeatedly rejected by Melody, yet she now agreed to his offer and smiled. He felt a surge of excitement. He glanced at Tiffany and began planning a malicious prank.

That evening, the setting sun cast a warm glow as Tiffany and Zoe strolled toward the school gates.

"Time flies! Sunday's almost here, and your wedding day is coming up!" Zoe said.

"Yes, it is," Tiffany replied softly, smiling at the thought of her meticulously planned wedding.

As they neared the gates, a voice called, "Tiffany, wait!"

Tiffany turned to see Elmer hurrying toward her. "What is it?" she asked.

"The director is looking for you. He's in the equipment room," Elmer said.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Which director? Mr. Moyer or Mr. Blanchard?"

Elmer faltered. "Mr. Blanchard."

"But isn't Mr. Blanchard on leave?" Zoe asked skeptically, eyeing Elmer suspiciously. "What are you up to? Is this a prank?"

Elmer stiffened, forcing a calm expression. "I'm just delivering a message. You can't ignore the academic director." He worried Tiffany wouldn't go, rendering his efforts useless.

Tiffany patted Zoe's shoulder. "You go home. I'll check it out."

"Tiffany, let me come with you!" Zoe insisted.

"No need," Tiffany said firmly.