Even now, Renfield couldn't forget the look on Maeve's face yesterday—how openly she'd sneered when he brought campus security to rescue Anya.
Half-sisters or not, Maeve had watched Anya get beaten in public and hadn't lifted a finger.
A student that cold, that heartless—no matter how good her grades were—Renfield wanted nothing to do with her.
Maeve caught the paper midair. Her gaze turned cold, her eyes void of any emotion but ice.
Right in front of him, she tore the form into shreds.
With one flick of her wrist, the pieces scattered, fluttering through the office like dirty snow.
Under Renfield's furious glare, Maeve dropped a single line, sharp as a slap:
"The only person who gets to force me out is Mr. Sterling. You're overstepping."
Before Renfield could spit out a response, Maeve turned and strode out, slamming the door behind her.
The moment she stepped into the hallway, several uniformed officers approached.
The man in front flashed his badge. "Maeve?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Yes."
"I'm Captain Cliff," he said. "We received a report accusing you of murder. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation."
Maeve's brow tightened. "Accusing me is easy. Do you have evidence?"
Captain Cliff's gaze turned hard. "Does the video spreading online count?"
Maeve held his stare. "And you're sure it hasn't been manipulated?"
Maeve's defiant tone lit a fuse in him. He pulled out handcuffs and snapped them onto her wrists with unnecessary force.
"Whether it's been altered is what we'll determine. Save it. You're coming with us."
As Maeve was escorted onto a police vehicle, the students watching finally broke into stunned whispers.
"Oh my God… Maeve got arrested."
"In front of everyone—does that mean she really killed someone?"

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