Chapter 274: Beating

Graeme initially had no intention of getting involved in the dispute, but Kate’s words were too offensive to ignore. Unable to hold back, he spoke up, subtly indicating his support for Peyton. “Kate, why are you resorting to name-calling?” he questioned.

Kate, undaunted, held her head high, her elegant neck connecting to her delicate chin. She displayed an attitude of pride and innocence, as if she had done nothing wrong.

The principal, with his meaty hands, slammed his desk and leaned forward, exuding an authoritative presence.

“Exactly, Kate, you are being too insolent. Using foul language in front of me!” he admonished.

Kate remained unapologetic. “What does it matter if I use foul language? She’s the thief crying ‘Stop thief’. Why can’t I call her out?”

Meanwhile, Peyton, teary-eyed, snuggled up to Graeme, feeling wronged and seeking his support.

“Kate, you said I was the thief crying ‘Stop thief’. Do you have any evidence? I have the receipt from when you bought the alcohol with your name on it, and the owner can testify.”

With all the pieces of the puzzle, including witness testimony, material evidence, and a clear motive, everyone now seemed to believe that Kate was lying.

The office door remained ajar, and a sweet and melodious voice came from the hallway, saying, “You need evidence? I have it!”

striking red, irregular-length dress entered. She was adorned with a pair of red, pointed-toe high-heeled shoes. The observers in the hallway were captivated by her beauty. People in the office were similarly entranced as her chestnut hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with the fiery red dress. She passed through thei line of

she passed, people were left in awe, their attention

transfixed, until the striking sound of a slap awakened them from their reverie. Peyton had been slapped before

touched her face, rubbing the spot where she’d been struck. She looked at the captivating woman before her, who appeared to be around her age but was blessed with exceptional beauty. Envious, resentful, and shocked, Peyton couldn’t help but compare herself to this

hurt, and it made

are you? Why did you hit her? Isn’t that

second crisp slap, although

another loud,

longer. They left their books behind and crept toward the principal’s office,

was enchanting, and two sharp, red-lacquered high-heeled shoes clacked as they hit the white porcelain floor

the office, the woman’s long, glossy black

walked past, they couldn’t see her face, but

clear slap brought them back

watching Peyton, who appeared dazed

who was taller, leaned her head onto Cheyenne’s shoulder, appearing victimized, her

arm’s length, revealing a slight smile in her bright eyes, which didn’t seem to

I couldn’t bear to see you acting so foolishly, almost making a

learn from my previous boldness. What are you doing wasting your time

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