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Chapter 8
Everyone was stunned, including Derek and Kira who were in the middle of their dramatic performance.
In their imagination, I should have been panicking at this moment–pale–faced, tongue–tied, unable to defend myself.
Not like this–calm as if I were watching a farce that had nothing to do with me.
The muscles in Derek’s face twitched, seemingly thrown off rhythm by my reaction.
But he immediately forced himself to stay composed, his voice pitched higher from guilt: “Quinn! The evidence is right here! What more can you argue? Are you going to say that’s not you in the photo?”
“The photo is me. I wasn’t planning to deny it.”
I held the microphone, my voice even carrying a hint of leisure.
“This gentleman beside me did indeed arrange a private jet for me, gave me lots of spending money, and our relationship… is very intimate.”
The audience immediately erupted in chaos, the discussion growing louder and louder.
“She admitted it? She actually just admitted it like that?”
“That’s so shameless! Talking about this kind of thing so openly?”
“You never really know someone–what good is being pretty.”
Derek and Kira’s faces simultaneously showed a flash of incredulous joy–they clearly hadn’t expected me to cooperate so readily in confessing.
‘Everyone! You heard that! She admitted it herself!”
Derek was so excited he almost jumped up, his pointing finger trembling.
“This kind of morally corrupt, shameless student must have her award qualification revoked immediately! The school must deal with this seriously!”
Kira also put down her handkerchief, hypocritically adding fuel to the fire: “Quinn, how could you really… we may be poor, but we should be poor with dignity… how can you face Derek after doing this…”
The school leaders on the main stage frowned deeply, exchanging glances–the situation seemed extremely
unfavorable for me.
Just when the atmosphere was about to overwhelmingly push me onto the judgment platform.
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“Oh? When did giving my daughter spending money and driving her to and from school become morally corrupt behavior that needs explaining to the school?”
A steady, authoritative voice suddenly came from the side entrance of the auditorium, instantly suppressing all the
noise.
Everyone whipped their heads around, looking toward the source of the voice in unison.
The side door of the auditorium had somehow been opened, and our school’s principal, who rarely appeared in public and usually looked stern, was now accompanying a middle–aged man as they strode in quickly.
The middle–aged man was tall and straight, wearing a well–tailored dark suit, carrying the oppressive presence of someone long in positions of power.
His eyes were sharp as knives, coldly sweeping over Derek frozen by the multimedia control station and Kira beside him, whose face had instantly turned deathly pale.
This man was my father.
The principal was now slightly behind my father by half a step, his face showing undisguised anger and
embarrassment.
Before my father could speak again, the principal took the microphone first, his voice carrying barely suppressed fury: “Chairman Beacon Sinclair learned that the school was holding an awards ceremony today and specially took time from his busy schedule to observe–this shows his attention to and support for our school’s educational
achievements.”
His tone suddenly shifted, his sharp gaze shooting toward Derek and Kira like something tangible: “But what do we see? What we see is a carefully planned, malicious slander targeting Chairman Beacon and his daughter Quinn!”
‘Father… daughter?”
These two words exploded like a bombshell throughout the entire auditorium, shocking everyone speechless.
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