Chapter 75 The Perfect Scapegoats

Faye raised her head suddenly, and without concealing her emotions, swung her hand hard and struck Zayn on the cheek.

“Just shut the hell up, Zayn Larson! I’ve had enough of you! I’ve told you over and over again that I don’t want you to plague me with troubles. But you never listen, do you? This is your petty way of getting vengeance against me, isn’t it? You have the gall to claim you can prevent me from suffering any injustice, but what do you have that could guarantee that?!”

The blow was uncannily sharp—so much so, Zayn was too bewildered to react.

The rest of the room did not waste time before indulging in schadenfreude. Some of them clapped, including Howard himself. All the fear and panic he felt before was gone, replaced by an expression of genuine mirth. Zayn was such an enormous moron, was he not? He was so brainless that he did not even know how someone as stupid as himself could not possibly have ratted him out successfully. In fact, Howard thought that Zayn’s eagerness