Even on the day Shirley jumped, the officer had provided Tiffany with a counselor during the interrogation and treated her mother, Julia, with respect. Today, they seemed to have thrown all the protocols out the window. "I'm going to report you! You're disrupting my classes! You can kiss your badge goodbye!" Pahana's influence was not all bad. Rainy days could affect emotions, and the rainwater contained elements that brought out one's deepest thoughts. That was exactly why Aria had brought Pahana along. Earlier, Tiffany had been sweet-talking the officers with evil intentions. She revealed nothing throughout the questioning and showed no cracks. Unlike now, when her screaming nearly gave Gordon a heart attack! Gordon clutched his chest. He did not need to look at Landon's face to know he was finished. They had not revealed their identities and interrogated Tiffany at school. It was clearly all to prevent any leaks and bait him into coming to rescue her. The moment he arrived
"Shut your mouth!" Gordon nearly died of rage at Tiffany's words. He slapped her again. This time, the force knocked Tiffany to the ground. "Grandpa, why are you afraid of her? Shirley chose to jump, so how is that my fault?" Tiffany screamed, having lost all emotional control. "Who cares if some low-class nobody dies? Everyone's coming after me like I pushed her or something!" Gordon could barely breathe hearing Tiffany's words. Aria's eyes darkened. "Since Mr. Karken wasn't here earlier, I'll repeat myself. I'm handling this case on behalf of the Pollards. As for those conditions Mr. Karken mentioned, the Pollards' demand is simple—a life for a life." "Hahaha! That's hilarious! A life for a life? She killed herself!" Tiffany's eyes turned vicious. "I'm a minor. How exactly do you plan to make me pay for that worthless life, huh?" Aria looked at her, softly clapping her hands. "How fascinating, Ms. Karken knows her law. So it wasn't thoughtless behavior after all. You've c
Tiffany looked like a hollow shell. She was experiencing genuine fear for the first time in her life. She crawled forward and clutched at Aria's clothes. "I'm sorry. I really am! Please give me another chance! I'll never be like that again. I'm begging you! "Don't go after our family. Please let my grandfather go. If you want revenge for Shirley, slap me instead! I'll let you!" Aria ignored her. She turned on her phone to send several videos to Sam. "Post everything online, including what you found. "And since you've hacked their hard drives, email them all individually, especially that group Tiffany was chatting with. Remember to follow regulations and blur faces in the videos." Sam replied quickly, "Got it! They're spilling the truth so fast, it's hardly fun anymore." "Target their parents for maximum impact, and don't release all videos at once. Space them out every few minutes." Aria's instructions were precise. Sam understood. She wanted to frighten them. Just like h
Suddenly, every electronic device in the house turned on simultaneously. "What's happening? Mabel?" Layla called out to the maid in confusion. Mabel Burnett rushed from the kitchen where she had been cutting fruit. "Yes, Mrs. Meyer?" "Who turned on the projector and home theater?" Layla did not get up. "Go turn them off." Krissa barely paid attention. She raised her phone to continue texting, but she froze in the next second because coming from the projector was her own voice. "You think you're so good at studying, don't you? Study then!" It was her, speaking in the school washroom. Krissa's head snapped up to see herself slapping Shirley. Though her face was blurred in the video, anyone who knew her would recognize her. She was wearing the hair clip that Layla had bought her abroad. "Krissa, what is this?" The usually composed Layla stood up, her face draining of color. Krissa dropped her phone in a panic. "Mom, let me explain. This was that game I told you about, and
Krissa nodded and showed her phone to Layla. "Only the people in our private group know, and you know all of them." "Then why is it—" Before Layla could finish, her phone rang. It was her husband, Orson Meyer. Layla felt relieved to hear from him. "Orson, there's something about Krissa—" "What have you been doing at home all day?" His angry voice cut through. "Why are these videos online? Didn't you say the school situation was handled?" Layla's face drained. "You... You saw them too?" "Someone sent the videos to my workplace! I don't want to see this! Contact them immediately. Whatever the cost, buy those videos and get them deleted!" Layla could hear his meeting happening in the background. Her hands shook. "I'll do it right away." She never imagined things would get this bad. The private group! It had to be Krissa's group chat! "Who in the group would leak these videos?" Layla opened Krissa's phone. "Message them and ask who did this! What do they want?" But befo
Sharon seemed to suddenly snap back to reality. "Lucian, what do you mean? What do you mean 'they said she killed herself'? Didn't your class valedictorian's jump because of academic pressure?" Lucian stayed silent, but his pale face revealed everything. Sharon stepped forward and gripped his hand. Her voice was shaking. "What's really going on? You know something, don't you? Lucian, don't scare me." Lucian looked up with red eyes. "Mom, should I go to the police? I keep dreaming about Shirley. She asks why I won't speak up about what I saw. But what good would it do? The online posts will disappear quickly. Mom, what should I do?" He had considered going to the police, but he was terrified of retaliation from that group. Though he had tried submitting anonymous tips, the investigators visiting their school did not care about his evidence. One of the investigators was even Tiffany's uncle! The Karken family was too powerful. He would be finished too if he crossed them. That d
The one silver lining was that everyone in the videos was blurred. Aside from those who knew them, most netizens could not identify the bullies. "Seems like whoever released these videos probably wants money, or they wouldn't have left us this opening." Irritated, Orson switched off his phone. "Since we're all here, let's ask the kids who they've offended that would orchestrate something like this." Radley's father, Ivor Daley, had his secretary wait outside. "Before anything else—has no one reached Ms. Wharton? Is she not around either? As the principal, she would be the most logical person to handle school matters." "We still can't reach her." Orson stood up. "Are all the kids here? Let's get them to the airport." Krissa still did not want to leave, but she had no choice. Radley seemed unbothered. "Dad, Grandpa said he'd cover for me as long as I don't go too far. Why are you so worried about these videos? Just buy them off." "Shut up!" Ivor knew Radley's issues. The othe
Each perpetrator was labeled with their full identity."Tiffany Karken, granddaughter of Gordon Karken and daughter of Principal Julia Wharton.""Krissa Meyer, granddaughter of Harvey Meyer and daughter of Orson Meyer.""Radley Daley, grandson of Gerald Daley and son of Ivor Daley." Instantly, every adult in the villa went pale. All their careful planning was wasted. "Didn't you say they wanted money? What is this?" Ivor exploded in rage. Orson stood frozen, drained of color. Krissa's actions had sparked the most outrage, so netizens were desperate to expose the Meyers. The comments flooding his department's official accounts now were overwhelming. His phone would not stop ringing. It was as if someone had detonated a bomb. And after this bombshell, no one would escape unscathed. Orson shouted, "What a coward! Why won't they face us directly? It's Draco! It must be that fool who never knows his place!" Unknown to others, Orson and Draco were actually former war buddies.