NovelEnglishAnxiety and fear gripped her.
Nearby, Bryson's lawyer maintained a courteous demeanor and said with a smile, "If you wish to contact your lawyer, you must first comply with the investigation.
It would not reflect well on you to be escorted out forcibly.
" Being dragged out in front of her peers would certainly be humiliating-a prospect Victoria dreaded deeply.
Clenching her teeth, Victoria fixed the lawyer with a steely gaze and demanded, "Did Hannah pay you a lot of money to embarrass me?" "I'm sorry, Miss.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe plaintiff in this case is Mr.
Mitchell.
The rumors you spread have seriously damaged our company's image.
Please cooperate with us," the lawyer replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Victoria had intended to complicate things for Hannah, but she hadn't anticipated finding herself in this predicament.
Her complexion paled, her lips quivered, and she remained silent, refusing to move.
The policewoman next to her then asked, “Do you need assistance stepping out?" It was clear that if she did not move soon, she might be forcibly removed.
With fists clenched, Victoria lifted her chin and declared defiantly, “Fine! I haven't done anything wrong!" Her voice was firm, but her legs trembled.
As she walked out of the classroom, Bryson was nowhere to be seen.
Escorted by the police, Victoria was led out of the academic building.
Students milled about after class, casting curious glances her way.
Amidst the whispers, several more students were escorted by the police from different buildings.
Their expressions ranged from despondent to fearful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmScried and pleaded, not wanting to be taken to the police station.
The principal, following them downstairs, saw the unfolding scene with a grim expression.
It was clear this was becoming a significant issue.
As Hannah and Dotson reached the campus gate, they witnessed a line of students being escorted out by the police.
Hannah was just stepping out of the car, ready to rush toward the m entrance when Bryson halted her. "Head straight to the police station to find out what's happened," he advised.
Turning around, Hannah saw Bryson leaning casually against the car, a faint smile on his face.
She had intended to ask Victoria to delete the post, but now a beadache was beginning to form. She walked over to Bryson and asked, "Was it really necessary to create such a spectacle?"
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