The Queen They Buried

Chapter 287

“My goodness! So it was you, Sally. No wonder I’ve seen you with a new phone and all those designer clothes these past couple of days. Your monthly allowance is only a few hundred bucks. Even with the errand money from Natalie, there’s no way you could afford all that!” Karlie covered her mouth in exaggerated shock as she presented more “evidence.”

Aubree watched, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Sally grew even more panicked, giving Aubree a desperate, pleading look. “Aubree, I swear. It wasn’t me! My money has nothing to do with any of this… I mean it!”

Karlie feigned exasperation. “We’re roommates. How could you do something like this? Don’t we all know exactly what’s going on between Bowen and Aubree? What were you thinking, spreading that nonsense?”

The moment those words were spoken, the onlookers‘ eyes flickered with speculation. Whispered murmurs spread through the crowd. “So there is something going on? Could those rumors actually be true?”

Karlie pressed Sally, urging her to apologize to Aubree. With feigned concern, she said, “Aubree, don’t be upset. Maybe Sally was just put up to it by someone else. Why not just forgive her?”

Aubree finally spoke up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Of course, I’ll forgive her. She hasn’t done anything, has she? Why would I even bother making trouble for her?”

Karlie froze. “Aubree, what do you mean?”

and landed a sharp slap across Karlie’s face. The resounding

conflicts rarely went beyond shouting matches.

ever seen someone like Aubree storm in with

stepped in, grabbed her hands, and pinned them behind

considerable size, hauled her clean off her feet. Zachary released his grip at the

Secretly photographing me? Spreading rumors about me? And now framing

there.”

turn of events. “So it

one in this dorm, you know,” Aubree said, her tone deceptively light. Karlie’s

in the air. No matter how hard she struggled, she just couldn’t break free

or just naive enough to let this slide?” Aubree pressed close, her lips nearly touching as she hissed for their ears only, “Why did you do it? Jealousy? Or is there

a mask of sheer

the one who took those photos, huh? Saw something interesting that night? Or is it Bowen

just stupid. Your methods are downright pathetic. I built my empire in digital media. Did you think you could pull this amateurish stunt on me and my team would just sit around doing nothing? Tracing an IP