NovelEnglishAs he was mulling over these priorities, he turned to leave, but Bryson's voice stopped him cold.
"Don't even think about deleting those forum posts.
" The chill in his tone made the principal's hands tremble.
He turned back with a forced smile, only for Bryson to add, "If you tamper with the evidence, you'll be receiving a subpoena from us.
After Bryson drove off, the principal sighed bitterly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt seemed he had significantly upset Bryson this time, who had previously been a generous donor to the school. With the rumors now swirling, he feared the Mitchell family might no longer support the school as they had before.
Outside the police station, Hannah's and Bryson's cars pulled up.
Inside, the atmosphere was chaotic.
Crying students, anxious parents arriving in distress, and sstudents being taken aside for questioning filled the scene.
Most of the students involved had merely spread rumors and were receiving just a stern lecture from the police, with the promise of release soon.
But as Hannah entered the police station, the atmosphere shifted.
The parents, learning that she was the victim in the case, looked on in a mix of surprise and confusion. Among the crowd, a rather stout woman in flamboyant attire with curly hair was clutching her son.
She scrutinized Hannah from head to toe with evident disdain.
"Bah! Why are you saying my son spread rumors about her? Look at her! She looks like a tramp! I wouldn't be surprised if the comments on the forum were true! My son doesn't lie! Now you've dragged him here, and it's breaking his heart! You owe us compensation!" The woman, her lips painted a bright red, continued her tirade unabated.
Her vitriol was so intense that even the surrounding police officers seemed at a loss on how to handle her.
She vehemently defended her son and directed all her bltowards Hannah.
"If she were innocent, why would so many people talk? She must be guilty!" Hannah, who had encountered her fair share of unreasonable people, remained composed despite the insults.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn that tense atmosphere, Bryson interjected sharply, "Aren't you the one accused of murdering several husbands for their inheritance?" The room fell silent for a few seconds following his accusation.
The woman, caught off guard, flushed with anger as she regained her composure.
"What nonsense are you spouting? My husband is alive.
How dare you spread such rumors about me?"
Bryson responded icily, "Would m make such a claim it weren't true?" He effectively turned her own logic against her.
The woman's face flushed crimson, and she pointed at Bryson, too m flustered to speak. "My husband is the CEO of Kinkarvis Company.
If you offend us, you will regret it!"
"Really?" Bryson raised an eyebrow and replied, "I've never heard of M e Kinkarvis Company.
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