The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 908 A Problem

Tessa nodded and took out her phone to show Beatrice. “Only those of us in the group know, and you! know them.”

“Then why did it…” Before Beatrice could finish speaking, her own phone rang. It was her husband, Wilbert Thompson, calling.

Beatrice seemed to have found her backbone and said, “Wilbert, there is something I need to tell you. Tessa, she-

Before she could finish, Wilbert roared from the other side, “What on earth are you doing at home every day? Why is there a video like that online? Didn’t you say that everything at the school has been sorted out?”

The expression on Beatrice’s face suddenly changed. “Y–You saw it, too?”

“Someone sent the video to my workplace. I don’t want to see it. Go contact the other person

immediately. No matter the cost, buy the video and make him delete it.”

Wilbert seemed to be in a meeting, as it sounded very formal at the other end.

Beatrice’s hands were shaking uncontrollably. “I will do it now.”

She never expected things to get this big. At that moment, she suddenly remembered Tessa’s group chat.

“Who in this group would send out the video?” Beatrice tapped on Tessa’s phone. Talk to them and ask them who they are. Ask them what they want.

ask, messages

“Who betrayed us?”

get

is asking me now why the video is still around even after I

recorded this. Who

to blame here?”

in the group had received a video of themselves. It clearly recorded the entire process of

bullied. Other students were treated as “donkeys” in the video as well.

took a turn for the

their own child. Some of the parents trembled when they realized that the. bullied children were their

that you in there? Tell me,

woman, Jolie Cabrera, who ran a fruit shop. She called out to her son, Harold Alston, who was

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the video, he

me. Is

seemed to have given up. “So what if

that you were being bullied like this?” Jolie was so distraught that she almost cried.

low voice, Harold replied, “It’s no use, and I don’t want you to worry, Mom. Anyway, I’ll just endure

it will