NovelOnlineChapter 735
She smiled and raised her right hand, dropping a cigarette butt that fell to the floor right in front of Tracy.
She slowly walked out of the hazy light, followed by several other female classmates, each giving Tracy a
malicious glance.
Get ready?
Ready for what?
She watched in terror as they slowly backed away, and the next second, she was pushed into the last bathroom
stall.
"What are you doing? What do you want?" she asked fearfully.
A hand reached over and held the stall door shut.
Tracy seemed to understand what was happening and frantically banged on the door, but no matter what she
said or did, it was useless.
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A white cloth was draped over the top of the stall, just like everything she had done to Mia.
"Letout! What are you trying to do?! You're crazy!"
A large bucket of water ccrashing down on her head, causing a dull pain.
The water soaked her entire body. She thought she heard someone outside the bathroom say, "You deserve it.
You're the crazy one."
Only after they left could she push open the stall door and step out.
Tracy leaned miserably against the corner of the bathroom, completely drenched. She hugged herself, her wet
hair plastered to her scalp.
She looked exactly like Mia had before. So this was how terrible it felt.
Suddenly, footsteps approached. She nervously watched the doorway as a man in
a suit appeared before her, looking down at her with indifference.
Her lips trembled from the cold. "What... what do you want?"
Those lunatics had already left her in this miserable state-what more could this person want?
But the man simply lit a cigarette from his pocket, crouched down, took a drag, and blew the smoke toward her
face, asking in an icy voice, "Smells good, doesn't it?"
Tracy coughed from the smoke. She looked at him in confusion. "What do you want? You're insane!"
"I asked if it smells good," the man said. He wore leather gloves and carried the scent of tobacco.
He reached out and touched Tracy's face. "Answer me."
The coldness in his eyes made Tracy feel completely chilled. Her shoulders trembled with fear. "Yes... it smells
good."
She had been tormented for days, constantly worried that someone was out to harm her. The arrogance of a rich
young lady had been driven completely from her mind.
"It smells good because this cigarette is more refined than you. You're cheap and dirty. Hasn't anyone taught you
not to mess with people you shouldn't? How many lives do you think you have?" the man's voice was deep.
Even without explicit coldness in his tone, Tracy couldn't control her trembling.
She desperately tried to stop shaking. "I'm... I'm sorry."
"Now you know to apologize? Have you enjoyed these past few days? Being targeted-you must have loved it,
right?"
"I'm sorry. | know | was wrong. | shouldn't have done those things to Mia. Please letgo. I've suffered
everything she did. Please spare me!" Tears streamed down her face. She looked nothing like the person who
had bullied Mia just days ago.
The man slowly stood up, dropped his cigarette butt on the floor, and ground it out with his leather shoe.
Tracy flinched at this small action, feeling as if that shoe might step on her next.
"Do you want to save the White Group?" he asked.
When Tracy understood his question, she nodded frantically. "Yes!"
The man said in a deep voice, "Who told you to do those things?"
Tracy's mind raced, thinking of her parents' worried faces and everything she had endured today. Finally, with a
tearful voice, she said, "It was... it was Vivian Wilson. She toldto do it."
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