Chapter 107 A Good Show Is Coming
Charlotte thought over it for quite some time, but she still couldn't figure out why she had called Nelson cryingly.
She hugged her head in pain and groaned, feeling so embarrassed.
Eloise, who was holding an ice cream in each hand, handed one to Charlotte when she spotted her and asked, "Char, what's wrong?"
Charlotte stared at her quietly for a long while with pain written all over her face. She didn't answer the question It was so embarrassing, so she'd better keep it a secret.
Eloise sat down beside her and said, "Char, let's go to eat dessert after school today. I know a dessert shop and its dessert tastes amazing."
Charlotte understood her good intentions of cheering her up, so she didn't refuse it. She nodded and agreed, "Okay."
Eloise was instantly cheered up. She said, "Have a taste of this ice cream. It's rose and nut flavor, my favorite."
Charlotte couldn't help but smile too when she saw Eloise's pure smile.
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"Cecilia." Reagan sat down beside Cecilia, trying to persuade the latter as she said, "Charlotte is not worth being your friend. Why do you have to..."
Cecilia packed up her things expressionlessly and retorted, raising her eyebrows, "Reagan, why didn't I find you so annoying before?"
Reagan's expression froze on her face. She explained with an aggrieved tone, "I'm worried about you."
"No need. Please get out of the way," said Cecilia blandly.
Reagan could only stand up.
Cecilia had someone move all her things and switched seats with the boy sitting next to Eloise.
Reagan's expression turned livid. Looking at Cecilia and Charlotte who were talking and laughing, she clenched her fists and suddenly spoke up, "Charlotte, everyone is having harsh comments on you. Aren't you going to explain it?"
Charlotte took a glance at her and asked, "What should I explain?"
Reagan snorted and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that those intimate pictures were real. It's useless for you to explain it, right?"
Cecilia knitted her brows and said, "Reagan, get the fuck out of the classroom if you continue to talk about this."
Reagan's expression turned gloomier. She sneered and returned to her seat.
Vivian, who sat beside her with a book in her hands, said slowly, "Reagan, why do you have to get mad about it? Srolanya High School has strict rules and a student with such a scandal is bound to be expelled. It's understandable that Charlotte is short-tempered now."
Reagan replied, "I don't know what's good about that bitch that Cecilia is so protective of her..."
Vivian answered, "Cecilia is a grateful person. Don't be angry about it anymore."
Reagan chuckled and said, "Samantha is now in the police station. They won't be able to turn the table."
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"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
The man tilted his head to study the photo in his hand and asked with a smile, "You're Freya Dyson, right?"
Freya looked at him in horror and asked, "Who the heck are you?"
"It's not important," replied the man. "What matters is that you're Freya Dyson."
The man then waved his hand and ordered, "Take her away."
Freya screamed, but her mouth was then mercilessly covered by a hand. Several strays of light shone into the room, making those men in black look like ghosts crawling out of Hell. The woman's ivory skin looked a bit pale under the sunlight and the red mole on her neck looked extraordinarily eye-catching.
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