Chapter 103 Chapter 103: Within thirty minutes, a fleet of high-end cars filled the parking lot outside the police station.
When the police briefed the parents on the day's incidents, they all vehemently rejected the allegations. To these parents, their children had been brought up with impeccable education and strong morals, incapable of using foul language or engaging in bullying.
It wasn't until they were confronted with undeniable video evidence that they had no choice but to believe the truth. A few well-dressed executives, likely losing their cool for the first tin their lives, turned on their children in anger. The police station erupted into chaos, filled with shouts, desperate pleas, and the clatter of chairs being flung in frustration.
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The officer responsible for the case, not wanting to risk any mistakes, presented the interrogation findings and shared his expert analysis.
"We've questioned plenty of offenders, and based on our experience, these students exhibit a similar pattern of thinking. We believe they've been influenced or manipulated psychologically, making them easy tools in someone else's scheme." "That's absurd! You can't throw out baseless accusations like that. My son has always stood for what's right and been a beacon of positivity." A senior executive from a construction company slammed his hand on the table in fury.
"Have you done your research before branding our children as criminals? My daughter won a gold medal in the Global Digital Technology Competition. She's too intelligent to be manipulated!" The police chief stepped in to restore order and gestured for the officer to proceed.
"The students have admitted to bullying Khloe Evans, but they justified it, claiming she deserved it. What's strange, however, is that while they barely had any interaction with her, they all shared a remarkably uniform negative opinion of her." One of the parents asked, "What's the nof the girl they were supposedly helping?" Your imagination takes flight on gVl"Sloane Evans," the officer answered.
The parent paused, mulling over the name, then inquired, "Is she related to Khloe Evans?" "They're half-sisters." As the parents absorbed this new information, their understanding of the situation deepened, and their anger grew even stronger.
It becclear their children had been used as pawns in the feud between the two sisters.
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