The Second Grave — Episode 6

After all, I took the student so badly that the student ended up in the hospital, and that student had only accidentally spilled spaghetti sauce on Tyler's shirt. I lowered my eyes and pinched my thigh hard. Then I looked up, my eyes brimming with tears.

Tyler, why are you yelling at me? Tyler's surging anger immediately disappeared. Dammit, I didn't even say anything to you. Stop crying, okay?

If you don't want to come, then just don't come. Whatever. I ignored him, sniffled, wiped away my tears, and ran out of the building. I have to admit, beauty can sometimes be a weapon, but it's a double-edged sword.

If you don't use it right, you'll only end up hurting yourself. For now, I could use it to control Tyler, and could even make him protect me with his life if I wanted. But I don't plan to follow Ella's example of relying on a man to protect me. Entrusting my life to a stranger and relying on my beauty to keep him by my

would only be a short-term plan, and I have much greater ambitions. Even the most beautiful creatures all eventually lose their shun. I don't want to be a beautiful bird kept in a cage. I want to be sore-free. By the time Tyler came out after me, I was already long gone.

In the sports equipment storage room, as I recited the vocab words from memory, I set up my phone stand and recorded a video of myself. I was planning to post it online when I got home. After all, I was as beautiful as any influencer online.

Why let all that potential money and fame go to waste? I often post about my daily study routine on my account, which now has 600,000 followers. My followers call me Professor Hottie, and they really enjoy watching me study any kind of material. Among the sea of pretty influencers, I quickly stood out from the crowd. Almost 90% of my followers were women, mostly moms who were inspired by content from such a mature