The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 184

Chapter 184 The Desperate Act

If Yaron hadn’t seen on the campus website that Sierra was at Northwind University today, he wouldn’t have risked coming out. Sierra was his last hope.

“I really know I was wrong, Sierra, please help me!”

Yaron looked pitiful, a far cry from the confident senior he once was. Sierra, looking at the person in front of her, realized she had been poor in judgment before. How could I have ever thought Yaron was decent?

“How exactly do you want me to help you?” Sierra asked calmly.

Hearing a hint of possibility. Yaron quickly said. “Just post a statement on your social media saying that I didn’t steal the items and that you were aware at the time. It’s not a big deal for you. Sierra. Considering how well I treated you before, please help me this once.”

Mentioning the past only irritated Sierra more.

“Before? Treated me well? Are you referring to when you knew I liked you and you led me on while groveling to Denise? Or letting others misunderstand, thinking I chased you around?”

Varon froze, unable to defend himself because what Sierra said was all true.

“I’m sorry, Sierra, I was wrong! Please forgive me this time. I can’t be expelled or thrown out; my family is poor, my father is seriously ill, and they all have high hopes for me. Sierra.”

matter what Yaron said, Sierra remained unmoved. Seeing her calm face, Yaron realized that nothing he said would change her mind, and his eyes

me up. You’re so cruel! I’m going to expose you,

desperate clown. Sierra, tired of his

saw in the reflection of the glass that Yaron was lunging

when she noticed the fruit knife in Yaron’s

you won’t help me,

etched all over Yaron’s face as

t

so capable, she kept it hidden, making others think she was just a

her, he would have been celebrated as a genius by now. Everything was ruined by Sierra. She deserved to die! Yaron

Sierra.

easy, but he hadn’t expected her to be so agile and strong; he failed to land a

stab.

in prison–even a

discussing Shane’s situation, absorbed in the conversation. However, spotting the scene from afar, his pupils dilated, and he

wasn’t afraid of Yaron; he might look imposing, but he was ineffective, not

prison.