Chapter 336
Calliope always had a plan, and nothing could stop her when she decided to do something.
And she wasn’t anything like what people were saying. She was every bit as formidable as Lisette, if not more so. It was just that Lisette was too dim–witted to see it.
Sitting there, Portia watched Calliope with her usual calm demeanor and felt herself relax, mirroring Calliope’s coolness. They were chatting away, munching on burgers and fries, discussing which dish was the best.
Their tablemates hesitated at first but eventually joined in on the feast, encouraged by Callie’s relaxed invitation to dig in.
“Calliope, how can you still eat when Lisette is on her knees before you?” One of Lisette’s classmates asked, looking completely flabbergasted.
Horatio and Valerian were equally stunned, gawking at Calliope’s unbothered return to eating.
Calliope didn’t even spare them a glance, too busy enjoying her meal and critiquing each dish with a casual air. The murmurs and curses around her seemed to fall on deaf ears. She remained unfazed from start to finish. Being ignored like that was a bitter pill to swallow. Especially when everyone was expected Calliope to react. It was like their punches were landing on a pillow and bouncing back. It was infuriating.
“Calliope, haven’t you had enough?”
“Are you some kind of starving ghost reincarnated?”
People were losing their minds at her indifference. Someone finally stormed over, reaching to grab Callie’s
wrist.
But with a swift move, Calliope caught their hand and gave it a light toss. The person landed on the floor with a thud, disbelief written all over their face.
Calliope was just a girl and didn’t even seem to use any strength. Yet there he was, sprawled on the ground. This guy, who spent every weekend at the gym, picked himself up, unwilling to admit defeat, and approached Calliope again from a different angle.
But Calliope was quicker, sidestepping him and handing him a piping hot dish that had just been served. He instinctively held the dish and then yelped.
“Don’t let go, or you’ll spill it all over Lisette!” Calliope said with a wink.
Panic–stricken, the guy gulped, his face turning beet red as he gingerly set the dish on a nearby table. Then he started jumping around, clutching his hands and blowing on them.
“Hot, hot, hot!”
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”
He looked back at Calliope with fear, as if she were a specter, his senses numbed with shock.
Seeing his plight, no one else dared attack Calliope, though they voiced their disapproval quickly.
“Calliope, don’t you think you’re going too far?”
“Shouldn’t you apologize to Lisette?”
Calliope turned to Lisette, her expression serious. “Lisette, you said you’d do anything for Horatio, right?”
Lisette’s heart sank at those words, dread creeping in. But stuck on the metaphorical pedestal, she could only grit her teeth and reply, “Yes, I’d do anything for Horatio!”
“Great!” Calliope nodded with a smirk. “Then you just keep kneeling there!”
