The Poison Queen Strikes Back

A day before our graduation defense, Jenny Shaw, my roommate and the belle of the campus, suddenly started a live stream.

As a popular influencer with over a million followers, her stream was instantly flooded with viewers.

[Jenny, my diva! You're back! You've been gone for half a month!]

[Jenny is a scholar at Queenstown University. She must be busy preparing her graduation defense!]

The next second, the comment section exploded.

[OMG! What on earth happened to your face!]

In the live stream, Jenny was on drips, lying in bed in the hospital. Her beautiful face was covered in horrifying blisters. More than half of them already ruptured, leaving a grotesque mess.

Anyone who saw her in the middle of the night would have thought that they saw a ghost!

I snickered silently, my fingers tapping rapidly across my thesis as lines of data filled the page.

Jenny burst into tears upon her followers' anxious questions.

"Half a month ago, my face suddenly started itching and swelling. It just kept getting worse until it became this! Even the doctors can't find out what the issue was."

A barrage of words of consolation and comfort poured in. Suddenly, someone asked in the comments.

[Could it be the skincare products you have been using every day? Jenny, could someone have tampered with it? Poison it?]

This instantly made Jenny freeze as her pupils constricted.

I knew she must be thinking of me.

After all, she was stealing my skincare products for the last four years!

When I first found out, I said nothing as I didn't want to cause a fallout with my roommate over such a trivial matter. But this only emboldened her.

She used more and more, even started putting on a fake wealthy persona, sharing her skincare routine daily.

Caviar masks were worth thousands. Collagen creams were worth tens of thousands.

Jenny used them as if she were painting walls, without the slightest bit of concern. This quickly gained her a wave of followers.

Once, after volunteering under the scorching sun, my face became severely allergic, peeling, and inflamed.

When I returned to the dorm to use my intensive repair cream, I found it completely gone, stolen by Jenny.

I had to endure a swollen face for an entire month, suffering endless ridicule.

When I confronted her, she mocked me instead.

"Do you think I'm afraid? I'm depressed! You'd better not upset me, or else I'll jump off a building!"

From then on, I began mixing my own experimental extracts into my skincare products.

If she stopped, nothing would have happened.

But unfortunately, Jenny only grew more brazen.

Over the past four years, she used those stolen skincare products to become a million-follower influencer. She was adored. She even started accepting ads, buying luxury clothes and bags, and even bagged herself a wealthy boyfriend.

From a tacky village girl, she transformed into the peak of her life.

In the live stream, the comments went wild.

[Jenny, call the cops! It must be someone close to you! Check your roommates!]

[That's right! Some tramp must be jealous that Jenny is rich and beautiful, so they secretly poisoned you!]

At that moment, screams came from my dorm. I looked over to see that my other two roommates were also watching the live stream.

They were Jenny's loyal lackeys.

After receiving a few free skincare and makeup products from her, they clung to her shamelessly, teaming up to exclude and isolate me.

Their faces were also starting to show early signs of disfiguration.

They immediately took screenshots of the livestream and posted them on the university forum, sparking heated discussion.

[Damn! All three roommates' faces have been destroyed. Only Eve Green's is fine. It's clear who was the one who poisoned them!]