FreeGoodNovelChapter 91 Chapter 91: Gwyn's eyes widened, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to respond.
Sloane's face drained of color, her body trembling slightly as panic and fear filled her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut she quickly regained composure, her voice trembling as she fought to keep her tears at bay.
"Khloe, I know you hate me. I've already promised to compensate you. I'm even willing to give up the Evans family's properties. Why do you have to hold on to this?" She feigned sorrow, glancing at Gwyn, signaling for her to step in once more.
Gwyn picked up on it instantly and yelled, "You're the one spouting lies! First, you used underhanded tactics to steal Eric's affections from Sloane when it was clear all along he actually cared for her." "Exactly! Sloane always treated you with kindness, even when you didn't deserve it!" Another voice rose from the crowd, heated with indignation.
"You used your position as the heiress to insult Sloane, calling her the daughter of a home-wrecker, humiliating her in every way possible. And when she was kind enough to help you, you repaid her by plagiarizing her thesis. Lorraine always stood by you, but you feared she would have a son and take your place, so you pushed her down the stairs! You are the real villain here." The group's anger was palpable, their voices rising in unison, each word meant to wound. They painted Khloe as a heartless traitor, guilty of countless sins.
Khloe's eyes turned cold as she surveyed them, her expression as sharp as a blade. Her voice rang out, icy and unyielding. "You all keep accusingof bullying Sloane and stealing her work. Do you have a single shred of proof? Who here witnessed it firsthand?" The crowd faltered, suddenly silent. Their accusations were based on nothing more than Sloane's insinuations. Khloe's gaze swept over them, her voice now laced with contempt. "Sloane is only a year younger than me. When she was born, my parents were still married. Isn't that the very definition of an illegitimate child?" The silence in the room deepened. The truth was undeniable-Sloane was, in fact, born out of wedlock. Khloe's words cslowly, each one landing like a deliberate strike.
Lotest чhopters in gal jovels.co "So you have no proof that I bullied Sloane, yet Sloane's mother destroyed my parents' marriage. Now, you're helping her further humiliate me. You truly have no conscience!" The group exchanged uncomfortable glances, their certainty faltering.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSloane, sensing the tide turning, attempted to regain control. "Khloe, you're twisting the truth. What does my past have to do with this? You threw coffee on Dorothy, and she's hurt badly. You should apologize!" Gwyn's eyes flashed with sudden clarity-Khloe had nearly turned the tables, but they had their chance. The goal was to get Khloe expelled, and her outburst with the coffee was the perfect opportunity.
Gwyn's fingers flew over her phone as she quickly dialed the homeroom teacher. “We can't let this go. Wait for it." In just a few minutes, hurried footsteps echoed outside the door.
The homeroom teacher, Brett Welch, and his assistant arrived, accompanied by several members of the student council.
Among them was one who stood out—a tall, sharp-featured young man with strikingly handslooks. His cool demeanor caught the attention of every girl in the room. Brett's gaze landed on Dorothy, her face covered in blisters, and his anger flared. "What happened here?"
Ignoring him, Gwyn stepped forward, positioning herself next to the m handsstudent council member, Clinton Watson.
"Clinton, you have to do something about this! She's the one who threw coffee on Dorothy just look at her face!" Gwyn pointed at Khloe. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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