Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 330

Just who was Cheryl Sutton? She had actually made the hot-tempered Marsha start teaching her with patience. This was a rare sight.

Cheryl nodded at Marsha.

Percy had been observing from the side, secretly making plans to look into Cheryl's background later. She looked like an innocent university student, but something about her felt unusual.

After one minute had passed, Cheryl, holding the script in her hand, raised her head to look at Marsha and the others. Her breathing was now steady, and her expression was composed. "I'm ready."

John got up and stood in front of Cheryl. He didn't say anything, only gesturing for her to begin.

At that moment, Cheryl's gaze shifted completely. It was no longer timid or uneasy. Instead, a deep coldness filled her eyes. She straightened her back, her entire temperament sharpening in an instant.

Cheryl had suddenly transformed into Anna Delphine, the character in the script. She stood facing John, who had temporarily taken on the role of Victoria Francis.

Fierce hatred surged in Anna's eyes. Using the script as a makeshift sword, she pierced it straight through Victoria's chest.

Victoria clutched the sword tightly, her eyes full of disbelief and unwillingness. "Why? Why would you do this to me? We were inseparable best friends!"

Anna's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. She murmured, "Friends?"

still holding onto the sword. With her other hand, she lightly brushed the blade. Blood trickled down her

gaze, her eyes now bloodshot with hatred. Then, she suddenly raised her voice. "When I begged you to save my people, did you ever think about our friendship? When I pleaded for you to

"Hahaha... You

streaming down her face as she tried to explain, "It's not like that. Please, listen to

hell." Anna lowered her voice as she said this, interrupting Victoria's plea. Her words were calm, almost

was no greater despair than a dead heart, and this moment

her body flying

edge of the cliff,

distance.

to the

her revenge. She should feel satisfied. Yet her face was

She felt

tear fell, yet everyone watching felt their

Sheryl to express this scene with intense emotions since that

all, violent emotional clashes

the opposite path which somehow made it

female lead. She was the one who had pushed her off the cliff. Yet everyone watching felt

snapped out of the performance, shouting out loud,

off the floor, rushing