Chapter 95: A Small Lesson

**Thelma Zane’s POV** “Hey, hey!” Ryan’s friends finally stepped in, their tolerance seemingly exhausted. One of them, a ginger-haired boy, grinned at Ryan and jeered, “What’s this? Are we in some kind of action movie? Come on, Ryan, get up and teach these little girls a lesson.” Ryan’s face was pale, and he barked at his friend, “Are you blind, kid? Shut up!” His friends exchanged uneasy glances, realizing he had truly been subdued. The ginger, a black-haired boy, and a blond beside him shifted their tones, their earlier bravado replaced by unease. The blond took a step forward and addressed me, “Look, Miss Zane, we all know you’re part of the royal family. You wouldn’t want this to escalate into tomorrow’s headlines about a royal bullying her peers, would you? Imagine how the Queen would react to something like that.” It was almost laughable—this attempt to threaten me. I smirked. “Do you honestly think any media outlet would dare to run gossip about the royal family?