Chapter 112 You Think You Can Bully My Bestie?

That was why Kyla kept dodging the question and answered in such a vague manner.

She was simply trying to wash her hands of the whole mess.

Honestly, given Rebecca’s personality, it didn’t surprise Kyla at all that she’d try to pick fights with Tilda over nothing.

Rebecca was basically a bully, always running with the worst crowd.

But Kyla wasn’t about to get on Rebecca’s bad side. After all, she was Jude’s cousin, Ryan and Daphne Bell’s daughter, and Preston’s little sister.

Besides, Rebecca had always been good to Kyla, and she came from a prominent family–there was every reason to stay on her good side.

The moment Rebecca noticed Kyla’s wishy-washy attitude, she instantly shut her mouth.

The truth was, Rebecca hadn’t seen what happened either.

She only felt her wrist get gripped really hard, and it hurt like crazy.

There were no witnesses or cameras, and Rebecca wasn’t stupid–if she kept making a scene, Tilda would just use it against her.

“Fake bitch, stop hanging around us and get lost!”

Una had gotten a lot more fiery after spending so much time with Tilda.

She especially couldn’t stand seeing Kyla play innocent, acting as if she might have seen something but couldn’t be sure.

That was classic two-faced talk.

It was obvious that Kyla didn’t want to offend anyone, but she also wanted to quietly throw dirt on Tilda.

She was so annoying that Una felt like punching her in the face and telling her to shut up.

After being yelled at by Una, Kyla got flustered. Her nose stung and her lips quivered as her eyes welled with tears.

“I … I didn’t… Una, I really didn’t see anything… I’m not sure…”

The moment Kyla started crying, Rebecca instantly went into protective mode. She shot Una a glare. “What nonsense are you spouting? You ugly bitch! You think you can bully my bestie Kyla? Do you have a death wish or what?”

Rebecca gave Una and Tilda a once-over, eyeing them up and down with utter contempt.

Then, as if she’d just found their weakness, she started sneering,

“You two really are nothing but losers. You’re dressed in nothing but rags, not a single brand name in sight—I despise you!”

As she spoke, Rebecca even showed off her own outfit for everyone to see.

“Look! This is Chanel’s latest limited-edition haute couture–six hundred grand for a single piece! I bet you could never afford something like this, huh? Losers!

“And Kyla’s dress today? It’s a custom limited edition from Burberry that costs two million. Even if you had the money, you couldn’t buy it–there are only a hundred in the world! Mrs. Jenson had it specially ordered from Burberry as a gift for Kyla!"

“Tilda, didn’t you say you just bought yourself a Porsche Cayenne? Yet you can’t even bring yourself to buy a decent outfit? You look so pathetic, and you still have the nerve to cut ties with the Jensons! Our outfits cost more than your car. What are you so smug about?”

Both Tilda and Una were stunned for a moment.

They honestly had no idea how to respond.

Rebecca was convinced she’d won, and a smug, triumphant smile spread across her face.

She didn’t realize that even Kyla’s expression was starting to look awkward.

Rebecca’s comeback was so lame that even Kyla felt secondhand embarrassment for her.

Ugh, so much for being on the same team as her. She’s not helpful at all!

“Tilda, is this what they mean by ‘country bumpkin‘? This is my first time seeing one for real.

“And she calls Kyla her bestie? Makes me want to puke!

“How shallow do you have to be, bragging about clothes like that? Kyla, you’re not even related to the Jensons by blood. The only reason you get to wear that Burberry dress is because you stole Tilda’s place as the heiress!”

Una fired off her taunts without mercy.

On the internet, she had a reputation as a fierce online warrior.

No one dared mess with her or her friends, or she’d roast them completely.

In real life, she was usually much quieter, but she still had her limits.

After seeing everything Tilda had gone through lately, Una just couldn’t hold back anymore.

Something inside her snapped.

Whether online or in real life, if anyone messed with Tilda, Una was going to stand up for her and tear them apart.

“You… what did you say? How dare you call me a country bumpkin?”

Rebecca had never been insulted so directly before.

A few bystanders overheard Rebecca just now.

Some shallow ones thought she was pretty and rich.

Anyone with sense saw her as an obnoxious show-off with no class.

After all, anyone with half a brain wouldn’t put others down by bragging about the price of their clothes.

That was just straight-up cringeworthy.

But it made for great drama, so everyone stuck around to watch.

Four pretty girls arguing was way more interesting than a merry-go-round or roller coaster.

“Una, I… I didn’t … I really didn’t… If Tilda would just come back to the Jensons, I’d give up everything. I’d leave right away, give her back everything that’s hers…

Kyla kept crying and playing the victim. She bowed her head, sniffling as she wiped away her tears.

That, of course, sparked the onlookers’ protective instincts, making them want to jump in and defend her.