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?"

sword. With her other hand, she lightly brushed the blade. Blood

did you ever think about our friendship? When I pleaded for you to cure me of being

laughter. "Hahaha... You don't deserve to say those

her face as she

said this, interrupting Victoria's plea. Her words were calm, almost like a casual statement, but the cold

a dead heart, and

shoulder with her palm instantly sending her body flying

of

distance.

to the

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

felt numb

tear fell, yet

expected Sheryl to express this

violent emotional clashes always created the strongest

the opposite path which somehow made it

was the one who had killed the female lead. She was the one who had pushed her off the

out loud, "Holy shit! Where did you find this

the floor, rushing toward Marsha with unconcealed