Hearing that, Wendy finally ceased her maniacal laughter.
While shooting the invigilator a mocking look, she questioned, “Apologize? Why should I? Arielle ruined my family and my life. Why would I apologize to her? Have you gone crazy? Or have I gone crazy?”
The invigilator furrowed his brows. “You've actually gone mad.”
“Yes!” Wendy admitted to it with a sneer. “I'm a madwoman, so don't try to provoke me!”
“Wendy Greene, heed my words— calm down and apologize to the victims. It is best to settle this in private. Otherwise, if the police intervene, you'll have a criminal record.”
“Impossible!” Her gaze turned frosty.
“You want me to apologize to that b*tch? That'll never happen in this lifetime!”
Before the invigilator could react, she dashed toward the balcony and leaped off the edge.
Wendy had a plan in mind. As her dorm was not a tall building, the worse that could happen was sustaining grievous injuries.
As long as she got wounded on campus, the university would have to take responsibility. She could also use the opportunity to force the president to accept her into Maxwell University.
Having considered everything, she hopped off the balcony without an ounce of hesitation.
However, she overlooked the presence of a lawn right underneath the balcony. To prevent students from stepping on the grass, the university had installed an iron fence around it.
Wendy leaped down and crashed into the iron fence. The sharp tips pierced through her body from the impact.
The pain was so intense that she could not make any sound as her eyes bulged in disbelief and resentment.
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