My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 209 Not a Single Capable Fighter

Soon the door opened a crack.

A girl with dyed yellow hair, a double ponytail and bangs poked her head out.

The girl looked at him with her head cocked, smiling brightly like an untutored angel of innocence,

making her look extraordinarily lovely.

"Why are you so late?" She complained, her voice sweet and clean.

"I'm not okay, why do you dye it that colour? It's ugly ......" he frowned slightly, a disgusted frown on his

face.

Although there was disgust all around his eyes, his movements and eyes were very gentle.

The girl opened the door all the way and gave him a blank stare straight away, "This is a good colour to

be in fashion this year? There's no taste."

"Fine, fine ...... I have no taste, all right?" With those words, he then lightly rubbed her hair once again

and stepped into the room.

The girl followed closely behind and joined him on the sofa.

And then she naturally crossed her legs, casually picked up a lollipop from the coffee table and peeled

it open, handing it to him, "Want some?"

"I don't want it." Noah said.

"You didn't tell Mummy that I was back, did you?" She asked, blinking her big, watery eyes.

"Would you be able to breathe so freely now if I told her?"

"That too, would have been packed up and dumped straight back in J Country long ago." She flattened

her mouth, pitifully.

"It's still you are good, don’t scold me I'm skipping class and coming back to play ......" she said as she

ate her lollipop.

"You won't skip class if I scold you? Camille." Noah looked helpless.

"That's true ......," Noah spoiled a heated smile, his smile perfectly rendered, sweet and intoxicating.

"I just called Asher and I told him I was back and Asher said he'd come back to see me tonight and go

to bar with the two of us tonight ......"

"Got it." Noah responded without thinking. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Noah, I'm going to an internet cafe to play a game later, are you coming?"

"No ......" Noah frowned, "You want to play games, I'll give you the best laptop."

Internet cafes are a pestilential place, and he doesn't like them.

"Geez, I want to go to the internet cafe today." Camille said, nudging his arm.

"I have work this afternoon, you have to go by yourself, I'll have someone covertly protect you." Noah

was resolute.

"You can work in the afternoon, but you have to stay with me in the evening."

"Got it." Noah rubbed her hair again, and inwardly couldn't help but sigh as time flew by.

When she came to the Mason family, she was only seven years old, just a small child.

In a blink of an eye, she has become a big girl.

"But don't you send anyone to follow me." Camille added, "I don't like a bunch of people following me,

it's not comfortable."

"Alright then ...... call my brother if you need anything."

"Okay ...... I heard mum talk about you and my sister-in-law ...... Noah, how are you and sister-in-law

progressing now?" Noah spoiled a look of interest.

"Children should not interfere in the affairs of adults."

"I'm not young, I'm eighteen."

"Little brat ......," Noah stroked her hair again.

He spent some time in the room with Noah's favourite girl, after which a call came from the company

and he left straight away.

Camille quickly went to her room and took a shower, changed into a light pink floral dress, a white

knitted cardigan and a pair of small white shoes, after which she took her ID card and went straight out

into a nearby internet cafe.

There were no more private rooms and she didn't like having too many people next to her, so she

opened up a row of machines and found a random one by herself and sat down.

Once on the machine, she opened League of Legends and clicked straight in to match her teammates.

At this time, a group of boys walked in and had placed their ID cards on the bar, and a yellow-haired

teenager at the head of the group, leaning against the bar in a dangling manner, looked at the beautiful

Internet guard, "Open six computers."

"Sorry, there's no room." Net guard said.

The yellow-haired teenager immediately glanced at Noah's side of the table, before raising his finger to

point at her who was looking intently at the game screen, "Are you blind?"

"That row of machines were all booked by that girl for four hours." The guard added.

Several boys immediately collected their ID cards.

The yellow-haired teenager then exchanged a look with everyone before quickly walking behind Noah.

Camille was in the middle of choosing her heroes and had her headphones on, not noticing that

someone was coming behind her.

The yellow-haired teenager instantly patted her shoulder heavily.

It was then that Noah turned back to a few of them.

And then she took off her headphones and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Girl, we want to play games. Can I play these medicines?" The yellow-haired teenager began to yell at

Camille.

"Sorry, no." Camille refused decisively.

These people were hooligans at first glance and she didn't want to deal with them at all.

The yellow-haired teenager was instantly annoyed by the heat and pointed at Noah, "I'm warning you,

don't provoke me ...... you ask around and ask who a few of us really are ...... in this internet cafe, no

one dares to mess with us."

"If you have any sense, give us the computer, or I'll give you a lesson." The yellow-haired teenager

added.

"How are you going to give me a lesson?" Camille hooked her lips disdainfully before she stood up, her

expression instantly cold, and with a casual kick of her foot towards her back, she kicked the chair into

the distance.

"Hey ...... funny, want to get your hands dirty? Good, today I let you taste the fist ......"

Before the yellow-haired teenager could finish his sentence, Camille lifted her foot and kicked him hard

in the key area.

In an instant, the yellow-haired teenager's face turned white with pain, sitting directly on the ground,

covering himself in that place, while stretching and groaning in pain, pointing at Noah, "You have a lot

of nerve, brothers give me on ...... "

Noah rolled her eyes and then leisurely crossed her fingers and moved her wrists together.

Soon several teenagers rushed up together ......

Camille, however, kicked them all down one by one in three straightforward strokes.

The movements were clean and crisp, almost one kick at a time, each one hitting them just right in the

key areas.

Soon, several teenagers fell to the ground en masse, covering the spot and crying out in pain.

The scene stunned everyone around who was watching.

Noah moved his neck in waves and looked askance at the few of them, "A bunch of loser, none of them

can fight."