Isla scoffed.
"Maeve isn't even in the video."
Panic gripped Anya.
"That's impossible!"
She clicked on the video she had just posted.
It was still over a minute long.
However, the footage playing on the screen was entirely different from the clip she had watched a dozen times.
In this video, Leah was leading a group of people in a secluded corner of an Aethelburg University building, viciously beating a pitiful girl.
The reason the attacker was instantly recognizable as Leah was because the footage was incredibly clear.
Leah's fleshy face was displayed in perfect high definition.
Especially when she raised her heavy palm to slap the innocent girl; her expression was predatory, her words vulgar.
The victim was small and frail, yet even as she took the blows, she stared back at Leah with unyielding defiance.
Leah screamed hoarsely, accusing the girl of seducing the guy she liked.
The girl explained repeatedly that she barely even knew him.
But Leah continued to hurl degrading insults, calling her a slut, a whore, and a cheap tramp.
The girl was beaten mercilessly, causing the blood pressure of every netizen watching to skyrocket.
Before leaving, Leah dropped a barrage of vile threats.
"From now on, wherever Leah Ford is, you better make yourself scarce."
"Otherwise, every time I see you, I'll beat the living hell out of your broke ass."
"Trash living at the bottom of the barrel doesn't deserve to go to the same school as me."
"A cheap charity case like you belongs in the sewers with the rest of your kind."
In that minute-long video, Leah showcased her ugliest, most brutal side without holding anything back.

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