Byran quickly pulled out the cell phone from his drawer, found a USB cable to connect it to Balfour's computer, then pulled out a flash drive and plugged it into the computer. His actions were smooth and practiced.
But just as he was about to back up the video files from his phone to the flash drive...
"What are you doing?"
Balfour's deep voice suddenly echoed in the study.
Byran froze, lifting his head stiffly, "I... I was just looking for some study materials."
Balfour squinted, "On my computer? Don't you have your own?"
Byran was flustered, "Um... I... I just remembered a point I had forgotten to look up when I walked into your study. I was afraid I might forget it again, so I used your computer..."
While talking, Byran had quietly unplugged the USB cable and pocketed the celeb's phone.
Balfour, with a poker face, easily saw through his little trick. He stepped forward, extending a hand, "Hand it over."
Byran played innocent, but he was clearly uneasy, his gaze darting around, "Hand over what?"
Anger flashed in Balfour's eyes, "Caught in the act and still lying? Your grades don't improve, but you've learned all these little tricks!"
At the mention of his grades, Byran felt deeply ashamed and knew he couldn't hide from Balfour any longer. He honestly took out the phone from his pocket, "I'm sorry... I admit I took this phone, but I just wanted..."
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