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?"

With her other hand, she lightly brushed

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 cure me of being

then broke into maniacal laughter. "Hahaha... You don't deserve to say those

face as she tried

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

greater despair than a dead

her body flying off the cliff.

of

distance.

to the

feel satisfied. Yet

She felt numb and

single tear fell, yet everyone watching felt

Sheryl to express this scene with intense emotions

After all, violent emotional clashes always created

path which somehow made it even

lead. She was the one who had pushed her off the cliff. Yet everyone watching felt sorry for her instead. This

the performance, shouting out loud, "Holy shit! Where

jumped off the floor, rushing