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Chapter 75 One Slip in a Hundred Plans

At Jean’s words, veins bulged on Lacey’s forehead from the sheer pressure.

“Of course I didn’t,” she replied flatly, her voice sharp and firm.

“Why would I ever do something like that…” Anger surged in Lacey’s chest. What made her even angrier was how her classmates–people she got along with just fine–were now being swayed by Jean’s words, like they were starting to doubt her. Even so, she didn’t let her emotions show. She just looked hurt and aggrieved. “Do you guys really not believe me?”

“Of course we believe you.” As soon as Lacey denied it so firmly, the tension in the room began to case. Everyone wanted to believe she was telling the truth.

“Jean, how can you prove what you’re saying is real? You’re not just making this up to smear her, are you?” Naturally, with their trust in Lacey reaffirmed, they turned their suspicion toward Jean.

“Poisoning is a serious accusation. You can’t just throw that around!”

“Maybe you hate Lacey so much you started imagining things. This is a pretty vicious thing to

accuse someone of.”

“Jean, at least give us some kind of explanation…”

Jean simply pointed to the snack in the plastic box and stared coldly at Lacey. “This half–eaten snack is the evidence you left behind.”

“Lacey, you were very thorough.” Jean’s expression turned calm, her gaze frosted over with at bitter chill. “You destroyed the security footage. You wiped out most of the key evidence-”

“But,” she narrowed her eyes, her tone sharpening like a blade as she stared Lacey down, “you weren’t lucky enough.”

“There was one half–eaten snack that fell between the cracks of the seat.”

Last night, when she had nearly given up and was feeling defeated, she slumped into her chair.

That little bag of half–eaten snacks must’ve been dislodged by the impact. It fell out from the seat gap and landed on the floor.

She had examined it carefully. It was the same brand she had eaten last Friday–one of the snacks that had been poisoned.

It must’ve slipped and got stuck between the seat and the desk. Lacey hadn’t noticed it. She didn’t destroy it

“This bag of snacks had poison in it too. And you didn’t destroy it.” Jean’s voice was low and firm as she laid out the facts.

what?” Lacey scoffed, trying to sound casual. Her mind raced. So lean had found a snack

Slip in a

do you

Finished

in–the substance found inside matches the one detected in my system at the hospital. It’s the

full of certainty. That confidence made something

if she really did have

this wasn’t bluffing

dug into her palms. She forced herself to stay

The

the two of them. Jean’s composure was making them waver

was telling

Who was lying?

the test is real,” Lacey said tightly, pushing back the dread rising in her throat, “even if there really is poison in that snack, that still doesn’t prove I did it. Did you see me put something.

as she stared hard at Jean. “You have no proof. How dare you

Jean smiled–just a little.

It was cold and strange, like a hunter who

have to say

you I

box. “Why do you think I wrapped it in a sealed. plastic bag? You ever think

head again. Her posture was straight and proud, like a judge pronouncing sentence. “Because the moment I found

are fingerprints on

that snack bag. Jean had resisted the urge to grab it in excitement. The prints on that surface were everything. She couldn’t afford to

it up and slid it between the pages of a

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Finished

toxicology testing–she also requested a fingerprint

The results?

was one other set of

those prints? They could only belong

stood there like a statue,

like the blood in her veins had turned to ice, and

body was