Chapter 279
Karlie said, “I asked around, and all the seniors said the school’s military training uniforms are trash quality. They told us we’d better wash them before wearing, because in previous years, some people with sensitive skin broke out in rashes, and sweat even made the colors bleed onto their
skin.”
Karlie grabbed the uniform and complained, “Even a top school like Rithol University gives out such crappy military training uniforms?”
Sally said enviously, “Karlic, it’s only the beginning of the semester and you’ve gotten to know some upperclassmen.”
Right after Sally finished her words, Natalie flung two pieces of clothing at her head without even looking up from her phone. “Wash these for me. I’ve transferred you 30 dollars for your trouble,” she said, her tone casual and dismissive.
Sally’s face went pale, but in the end she said nothing, silently clutching the clothes to her chest.
Aubree sighed inwardly. ‘Looks like a lot must have gone down in the dorm during my seven–day leave. Judging by Sally’s and Natalie’s behavior, this definitely isn’t their first time.‘
Karlie glared at Sally, exasperated by her lack of backbone. “Why can’t you stand up for yourself? You just let her boss you around like you’re her damn maid or something?”
Sally bit her lip, thinking, ‘But 30 dollars is already a fifth of my monthly allowance!‘
Natalie rolled her eyes at Karlie. “Don’t act all high and mighty. Am I her slave driver? She gets 30 dollars just for washing two pieces of clothing. I only let her do it because we’re roommates. Otherwise, if I just say the word, there’d be plenty of people lining up.”
“Seven days into the semester, and every single day you’re either making Sally wash your clothes, pick up your packages, or fetch your meals. And you still have the nerve!” Karlie shot back indignantly, righteously standing up for Sally.
Natalie snorted. “Every time she gets my meals, she uses my meal card, so I even pay for hers. And when she picks up my packages or does my laundry, when have I ever not paid her for her trouble? I pay, she works. Isn’t that perfectly normal?”
“Go on, ask her. Does she feel humiliated?”
“Karlie, it’s fine, really,” Sally said hurriedly, tugging at Karlie’s sleeve.
Karlie yanked her sleeve away in frustration and exclaimed, “I’m just trying to stand up for you! Fine, I’m done with you!” Then, she grabbed Aubree and dragged her toward the laundry area.
“Aubree, you should keep your distance from Natalie. She always has her nose in the air, looking down on everyone as if she’s the only one with money. Hello? You’re a billionaire CEO yourself!”
Verify captcha to read the content
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Queen They Buried (by Wynter Vans)