Chapter 180 Tilda’s Clever Move
Vania snapped her fingers. A few more rough-looking men appeared, each one holding something that looked dangerous. They stared at Tilda with greedy and fierce gazes.
One of them sneered, “Hey Vania, this girl’s got a pretty hot figure."
“Her skin is so smooth, and that long hair… I bet it feels really nice to touch,” another chimed in.
Rebecca tried to keep herself calm. “Tilda, you can’t escape now! Hand over the video!”
Tilda blinked innocently. “Video? What video?”
“You bitch!” Rebecca fumed.
“Oh, you mean the one where you crawled on the ground and barked like a dog?” Tilda replied, like she had just remembered. “Sorry, a lot has been happening lately. My mind’s scattered—I almost forgot about it.”
Vania gave Rebecca a weird look. “Wait, Rebecca, you were barking like a dog? What, are you into that sort of thing now?”
“No!” Rebecca shouted, furious. “It was this bitch! She made me do it!”
Rebecca was so angry she looked like she could crack her teeth. If looks could kill, Tilda would have dropped dead on the spot countless times. She knew Tilda was doing this on purpose. She remembered everything, but she said those things to embarrass her in front of her friends.
Vania just shrugged. “No wonder you would rather not say what was in the video. Tsk, you actually did something so embarrassing.”
Vania started to think Rebecca wasn’t as special as she’d thought—not even worth being friends with. Still, Rebecca’s family was powerful, and her brother was impressive. Maybe Vania could help Rebecca out and turn the whole situation to her advantage. Maybe, if things went right, Vania could become Rebecca’s sister-in-law someday. As long as Rebecca helped make the introduction, Vania could use this video as leverage. She’d have Rebecca right where she wanted her.
If Vania could climb the social ladder and marry into the Bells, it’d be like turning from a nobody into royalty overnight. Thinking of this, Vania ignored the embarrassed look on Rebecca’s face and turned to Tilda. “Well, since you messed with my friend and I’ve cornered you, just hand over the video and we’ll call it even.”
Tilda shrugged, “Sorry, but that video isn’t with me anymore. I’ve already handed it over to a friend. I even told him, if I don’t message him every twelve hours, he’s supposed to post the video online.”
She gave Rebecca a sweet but dangerous smile. “So here’s a warning, Rebecca—if I don’t text him in the next 20 minutes, that video goes public, and your reputation is finished.”
“What?!” Rebecca’s eyes widened in panic. “Tilda, how could you give the video to someone else?!”
“And let me clear up something,” Tilda said, her voice cold and sharp. “You keep saying I forced you, but really, you just lost a bet in archery. You were just following through with the bet like you promised. Why would I waste my time bullying trash like you? I have better things to do.”
Rebecca’s expression shifted rapidly. Now what? She’d counted on Vania and her crew to corner Tilda and get the video back, but now it was out of her hands. If Tilda didn’t send that text on time, the video would be published online, and her whole life would be ruined.
Just then, Vania actually smiled. “No wonder you’re so confident. Even after you realized we were following you, you still strolled right into this alley without a care in the world, Tilda, are you sure you would rather not text your friend?”
When Tilda didn’t react, Vania snapped her fingers. “Fine. If you’re not going to do something about this, we will. Guys, take off her jacket. Let’s make our own video—fight fire with fire.”
Vania had been running with this crowd long enough—nothing really shocked her anymore. Girls like Rebecca, always acting tough and hanging around the wrong crowd, were bound to get themselves in trouble eventually. Not everyone was afraid of the Bells, especially since Rebecca’s dad was just the second son, not the head of the family. Out in the real world, sometimes you ran into troublemakers or drunk guys who didn’t care who your family was. Fists always talked louder than words in those moments. Vania knew exactly how to handle situations like this.
Rebecca’s eyes lit up with hope after hearing Vania’s plan. “Yeah, Vania, take off her clothes and record it! Let’s threaten her with a video we film. She’ll have to give us the original one!” Rebecca urged.
“Go on, boys!” She shouted.
The men, who had hesitated a moment ago, suddenly grinned and closed in on Tilda when they received their instructions. Their faces were full of malicious intentions.
“Don’t move, girly,” one sneered. “We wouldn’t want to hurt you by accident.”
“I’ll be over soon. We’ll be gentle and make sure you look good on camera,” said another, his voice full of fake kindness.
“Maybe we’ll even show you some love—give you a night you’ll never forget,” another joked, thinking he was funny.
As the group of creeps got closer, Tilda just smiled at them.
“Okay, go ahead,” she said, her voice steady.
At that moment, a beam of moonlight broke through the darkness and shone straight onto Tilda, wrapping her in a pure, untouchable glow. Her hair floated gently in the night breeze. Her eyebrows arched in quiet confidence, and her eyes stayed calm and collected. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile that lit up her whole face.
The creeps were stunned, frozen in their tracks by how beautiful she looked. They’d only seen her from a distance before. In the dim light, they hadn’t realized just how lovely she was. Now, she seemed to glow, stunningly beautiful—so beautiful it made their hearts race.
Vania snapped impatiently, “What are you all waiting for? Hurry and strip her bare!”