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Olivia Blushed In Front Of The Young Miss

Athasia smiled while brushing her hair in front of the mirror. It was the mirror she first saw when she got transmigrated inside her novel.

She suddenly remembered that embarrassing moment he did in front of Benson. She pouted. "Why the hell am I remembering it? I mean, who will not react like that?! Humph!" Talking to herself, she stood up and smiled.

'Such a pretty lady,' she thought.

Athasia wore this sky blue top and black pants with white sneakers. She opened her closet and pulled a bag enough to support the things she's bringing. Of course, her resume and other details for applying into a part-time job were there too.

Benson knocked on the door, "Young Miss, are you finished?" he bowed his head as soon as Athasia walked out of his room. "Do I look good, Benson?" the young lady asked.

Benson stopped and scanned Athasia. He raised a thumbs up awkwardly. "You are beautiful as always, Young Miss," then he bowed.

Athasia clenched her fist secretly. 'Of course, If I want to get a job I need to be presentable' she thought, grinning widely.

She already decided on this, and she'll never back out. Littleyoonie will prove that Athasia can handle herself alone. First, she needed to be rich enough to conquer her father's estate.

'Since I am inside the novel, it's better to not get attached to every character,' she thought.

After all, this is not the reality.

Her driver opened the car door as they reached the parking lot. Benson handed her bag, "Young Miss, are you sure you don't need me?" he asked.

Athasia smiled, "Benson, I'm not a kid anymore. How many times do I have to tell you that?" she sulked, pouting her lips as she stepped in.

The driver bowed his head to Benson before driving off. Before that, Athasia rolled down the car window. "Benson, don't stand outside all day waiting and worrying for me. If you have nothing to do while I'm not around, then take a rest, okay?"

Her butler bowed his head. "I will consider that. Have a safe trip, Young Miss.."

Benson watched the car vanish from his sight before going back. He couldn't help but smile. "The Young Miss grew up kind," he whispered.

Meanwhile, in the car, Athasia turned on her phone and read Callie's messages. The girl said that they were going to meet up at the bookstore to buy a copy of the book they're going to use.

"Mr. Driver, do you know this bookstore?"

Her driver nodded his head as soon as he recognized the location. "Yes, Young Miss. It's not that far."

The car sped up, making Athasia arrive at her destination earlier.

AT THE BOOKSTORE…

The Young Miss texted Callie and Ivan that she's already there. She walked in to roam around.

Of course, every author loves books. It was like a paradise for littleyoonie. If only she's not in the rebellious phase, she'll ask her father to buy this bookstore for her.

Athasia put her hand under her chin. 'Hmm, Should I make my own library at home?' she giggled just by imagining that.

She giddy up to the novel sections, finding her favorite book. The one they're going to use as a reference was also a novel, so it's not that hard to look for it.

Although she's still shy to mix with other people as an introvert, the neatly arranged sight of the books relaxed her. She even leaned on the shelves just to smell it.

However, Athasia's joyful moment immediately disappeared when the slide of her eyes caught someone very familiar to her.

From the other side of the shelf, that girl was trying to reach a book higher than her height. Maybe 5 inches from her height. The book is thick and had a hardcover. It will fall onto her head for sure.

The Young Miss grinned, because it was Olivia. Who would have thought that she'll see the school princess here?

It's so good to watch Olivia trying hard to reach that book. Just like Athasia, maybe she also came here to have a group report. Well, the Young Miss felt lucky because the book she was looking for wasn't that thick and heavy.

Still, Athasia finds it amusing to tease the school princess a little, so she stepped out of her hiding spot. The truth is, she wanted to take a video of Olivia tiptoeing for that book, though she realized that she will gain nothing from that.

Besides, spreading video isn't her nature.

Olivia stretched her arm once more to reach for the book she needed for their research. She really couldn't get it. She's too embarrassed to ask for help from the crews. She wanted them to approach her first.

Her face was almost frowning, and she's getting irritated. She used this opportunity to spend time with Max. Olivia did her best to get Max's permission to be in her group.

That's why she wanted to show off. What a prideful witch!

Olivia became grumpy. She stretched her arm again, but before she could do that, another figure shadowed behind her. She saw a familiar hand beside her head.

Athasia leaned closer and reached for the book. She sighed, "For Pete's sake, you just need to ask for he—"

As soon as their eyes met, the Young Miss paused.

Olivia's face was beet red up to her ears, and because their arms were almost touching, she could sense that the school princess was panicking inside.

Athasia smirked, "Hi Olivia! I couldn't stand seeing you struggling so I helped you.." she lowered her head and pushed the book onto Olivia's chest. "Here you go..no need to thank me,"

The school princess jolted as soon as she felt Athasia's breath. Her grips became tighter. With her flushed face, her lips trembled.

Too late to realize that it was Athasia who helped her.

Olivia backed away, "Eh?..Eh?...EHHHHH?!!!" she screamed.

Everyone got surprised, so the Young Miss immediately covered the girl's mouth. "Hey, why are you yelling? I helped you.." she whispered.

In the middle of the people, a silhouette of a tall young man wearing black stood out as he dashed towards Olivia.

"What happened?!" Max exclaimed.

And there he caught Athasia doing something to Olivia?

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