Chapter 1023 The Murderer
Entering the room, Lena almost everyone subconsciously stopped talking and
turned their attention to her.
Lena glanced around, puzzled. “What are you all doing?”
Kenneth quickly explained, “We were discussing the attack that Kenny
experienced.”
“An attack?” Lena furrowed her brows. “The school’s security has always
been quite good. How could there suddenly be an attack?”
All the classmates exchanged glances, equally eager to know the answer to
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Fortunately, Lena was just asking casually. She seemed deep in thought, her
brows furrowed tightly.
Kenneth looked at her inquisitively. “Do you have any clues?”
Lena shook her head, her expression gradually returning to its usual
coldness. “I was just wondering who Kenny actually is.”
At her words, everyone gasped sharply, and Gideon looked somehow
amused.
“You don’t know Kenny?” Kenneth asked in shock, “He spoke ill of you in the
drafting room yesterday.”
Had it not been for Gideon’s intervention, Kenny might have gone even
further.
Initially, everyone thought Lena would retort angrily, but her reaction was
unexpectedly indifferent. “There are too many people like that. Unfortunately, I
still don’t remember him.”
Hearing her words, Kenneth gave her a complicated look.
If Kenny knew that the person he had gone to great lengths to belittle didn’t
even know who he was, he would probably be incredibly frustrated.
However, since Kenny was not particularly well-liked in the class, there was
no need to worry about someone deliberately tattling.
Since Lena was so calm about the situation, the others gradually lost their
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Lena slowly shifted her gaze away.
Just then, a box of cute, round bread was placed on her desk.
Lena looked at the person in surprise. “Why is it you?”
“Do you remember me?” Willington was also somewhat surprised. He hadn’t
expected Lena to remember him.
Lena nodded. “I seem to run into you quite often.”
Willington was happy, and he pushed the box of bread a little closer to Lena.
“I bought these on my way here. I don’t know if you’ve had breakfast yet…”
Lena’s eyes moved from the bread to Willington, not missing the nervousness
on his face and the slight redness of his ears.
Lena was no naive girl. Although she had never truly been in a relationship,