Hyacinth seemed to grasp the weight of my words as her gaze bore into mine, searching for any hint of mercy.
After a long, tense moment, she blinked heavily and finally looked away. “I’ll write up an apology,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, before turning and rushing off in the same direction Gretchen had gone.
As I watched her retreating figure, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. Two down, one to go. I wouldn’t let David’s puppets ruin Alexander’s life without a fight.
“Unbelievable,” Miranda spat, her voice shaking with anger. “I can’t believe people would actually lie about this.”
“Neither can I,” Nadia echoed, her gaze shifting to Cassandra, filled with indignation.
Cassandra stood defiantly in front of me, her glare unwavering. “You don’t frighten me,” she shot
