She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 283: Principal Shepard is My Cousin

#Akloit College: Things You Must Know#

Today, this post has set the entire internet on fire stirred up a heated discussion. Various magazines, newspapers, and platforms have successively exposed “astonishing insider information.”

A very short and noisy recording has stirred up a huge discussion among netizens. Today’s news, no matter which headline you click on, is full of headlines such as: “Century-old Academy Resorts to Deception”, “How to Achieve Fair and Free Educational Resources?”, “Akloit College is in the Spotlight Again! Poisoning, Dropout, Backdoor Admission… Is this a school or a sanctuary for the wealthy?”, “Canceling Aristocratic Education is Imperative: The Voices of Thousands of Students.”

Danielle, seeing these trending discussions, couldn’t be happier! But she felt it wasn’t enough. She uploaded the edited video to the internet. The video showed Cheyenne slapping Peyton twice in a row, and from her selected perspective, Peyton appeared helpless, like a lamb being bullied with no power to fight back. Cheyenne was assertive, and her icy smile on her face resembled those beautiful and ruthless female villains from TV dramas.

Many people who were unaware of the truth at Akloit College were furious when they learned that the principal had personally arranged special treatment for this “problematic student.”

Reporters interviewed Cheyenne’s teachers from her primary and secondary schools, and they all described her as the most “naughty” student they had ever taught. She had stolen food from the cafeteria, slept in class, scored zero in exams, argued with teachers, and even associated with delinquents outside who bullied classmates. They had suggested expelling Cheyenne several times, but the principal was always hesitant, giving vague excuses. When she passed the college entrance exam and immediately became Mrs. Foley, who dared to offend her?

The online criticism grew louder and more intense. The female journalist who initially reposted the post about Akloit College had now become a Twitter influencer with a million followers.

#The Life of Cheyenne, Abandoned by an Aristocratic Family#

#Are Wealthy Second-Generation People Naturally Superior?# Come see the efforts of thousands of impoverished students @Akloit College Principal Shepard.

doorstep. They were making noise, and it had disrupted her sleep. She hurriedly got out of bed in her pajamas, pushed open the window, and looked down. She wondered when her address had been exposed to

was even more terrifying was that she had no idea when they discovered her. Suddenly, someone shouted, “Look,

“Where? Where?”

long pink sunflower t-shirt looks so cute. She’s

reporter who spoke seemed a bit disoriented, with shoulder-length student hair and a pair of excited and infatuated eyes. She had just graduated and was assigned to follow Cheyenne as her first task. She had spent the previous night researching and realized that many contradictions surrounded this beautiful girl. In the eyes of others, it seemed that she was

incident with the popular actress Juliana. If Cheyenne were really just a spoiled and brainless girl, how could she have gained the approval of Mr. Chambers from the Calligraphy and Painting Association? Even the renowned Mr. Owen from Hopedale Hospital personally requested her as his “successor.” By the window, Cheyenne’s oversized white t-shirt did not hide her graceful figure. She

“You all…”

questions we’d

“No.”

be like this, Miss Lawrence. Regarding the online posts, what are your thoughts?

“My cousin.”

a disdainful smile, raising her swan-like neck as

gently blowing by. It was only then that the crowd realized the immense irony

bedroom of

delivered the morning newspaper and breakfast, they quickly exited the room. Just as they gently closed the door, a loud and

“Rubbish! It’s all nonsense!”

angry voice of the old man could be heard. The servant

tall figure in a black bathrobe approached. The man had wet short hair clinging to his temples. He walked with long, sturdy legs, wearing