The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 118: She chose Liam Williams over Richard Lincoln

Chapter 118: She chose Liam Williams over Richard Lincoln

When did you see our Liam bullying Maureen?"

Richard almost shouted back in a lowered voice, "Don’t think your money gives you power to bully others!

Then why would she do these things for you?!"

Liam retorted coldly, "None of your business."

In Richard’s heart, there was always a voice that he intentionally ignored, suggesting to him whether Maureen not only lost feelings for him, but instead fell for Liam?

Else why didn’t she even glance back at him when she pulled Liam away last time?

The very thought of it twisted Richard’s stomach as if someone’s hand was wrenching it.

Moreover, he suspected that Liam might not be aware of what it means to snatch a girl’s hair ties.

This person, too bad, Maureen mustn’t like him.

"I have known Maureen for longer than you have."

Richard suddenly spoke solemnly,

"The first day Maureen came here from Tongcheng, we met."

He didn’t know what emotions he was baring while uttering those words, maybe it was jealousy or perhaps it was the pain inflicted by Maureen and the person before him causing him to want to inflict the same pain onto this person.

Richard taunted, "Do you remember where we met for the first time? What she was wearing, what kind of weather it was, or her first facial expression when she saw me?"

Liam stared at Richard, his chest heaving, his fists slowly clenched.

"When Maureen used to make desserts for me, did you even know her? She didn’t notice the things outside the window and was solely devoted to me.

She didn’t even know you existed."

"Are you looking for a fight?" Liam spat out through gritted teeth. His face was coated with an icy frost, his eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Richard, looking terrifyingly cold.

Niel and Ethan felt the tension suddenly spike between the two.

The situation was on a knife’s edge.

"And furthermore your black hair is indeed—" Before Richard could finish, he was met with a punch to the face, and Liam tossed him over his shoulder onto the ground.

"Richard!" "Holy shit, he dared to hit Richard!"

An imminent conflict stirred from both sides, turning into utter chaos.

By the time Maureen ran over, she saw two tall boys who had been forcibly separated but were still kicking their long legs at each other.

What on earth happened? Why are they fighting so fiercely? Maureen was taken aback, unable to cast his gaze on Richard as her eyes landed on Liam.

Liam’s clothes were slightly disheveled, his hair was in disarray, his eyes were red as if he were a wounded panther; his fists were clenched with knuckles bleeding.

Maureen’s heart filled with dread, he immediately rushed over, and touched his face gently, "Are you okay? Are you alright, huh?" Liam glared at Richard, looking as if he wanted to bite him to death.

After making sure that nothing happened to Liam’s face, Maureen quickly flipped up his shirt to check, and seeing that there were no bruises on his ribs, Maureen finally felt a sigh of relief.

It seemed that only the skin on his finger bone was scraped off.

Everyone was staring as she publicly lifted Liam’s shirt: "Let’s go, go get some medicine before the headteacher arrives," said Maureen, trying to pull Liam away.

When she couldn’t pull him, she turned to Niel and said, "Can you guys drag him back to the classroom?"

Over there, Richard, watching this scene, was in physical pain, but he felt an even sharper pain inside. He spoke up dully, "Maureen."

Only then did Maureen realize that the one fighting with Liam was Richard.

She turned around and glanced at Richard. She didn’t realize how much her heart fluttered until she looked at him.

The corner of Richard’s mouth was bleeding, and there were several shoe prints on his clothes.

Maureen, who was familiar with Liam’s dozens of shoes, recognized at a glance that they were Liam’s.

There was a bruise beside Richard’s temple, and he looked more in a mess than Liam, worse off. But... Liam’s fist was bleeding! Maureen didn’t realize how partial she was becoming.

She ignored Richard and embraced Liam’s arm, dragging him to the classroom, "We’ll explain the fight later, now, let’s treat the wound.

Why are you still standing here? Let’s go! Can you take his coat that you guys left on the ground?"

The school competition team watched as Maureen’s gaze moved from Richard to others without a hitch.

Just like that? Damnit! This bias is too much!

The spectators from other classes were all shocked.

Does Maureen not like Richard anymore? This clearly looks like switching one’s affection to another!

Everyone exchanged glances in confusion, wondering if they had somehow been brainwashed — where could they possibly see that Maureen likes Richard?

Isn’t it more accurate to say that she likes Liam??? ...

After being scolded by Maureen, Liam’s already very upset heart felt like a small bird which was on the verge of letting tears fall.

But then, his arm was embraced by Maureen, who started dragging him towards the teaching building.

Warmth radiated from her arm. Liam suddenly realized—wait a sec, didn’t little Mask notice how badly Richard was beaten by him?

He had just caught a glimpse of Maureen rushing towards him and thought she was going to scold him for battering Richard!

But Little Mask only showed concern whether his fist was cut or not??? She disregarded the blood at the corner of Richard’s mouth and was only concerned about that tiny bit of ’skin that if not given timely care would automatically heal’ on his hand?

Liam: ... ??? What’s going on? !!! Liam, feeling his footsteps becoming light, looked at Maureen who was dragging him and sprinting towards the classroom.

He lowered his eyes, licked his lips, and held back his joy and shyness.

He dared to infer. — Could it be possible that in her heart, he has become more important than Richard? --*******--