On the way back, many people were still talking.


    “This is clearly Nora’s fault. Why is Lily defending her??”


    “I originally thought Lily was a decent person. Now it doesn’t seem so.”


    “…”


    Lily listened with a pale face, biting her lip in regret — why did she just plead? Not only was it ineffective, but it also tarnished her image. From the beginning, she shouldn’t have spoken!Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    …


    After school.


    The campus was much quiet. Laura was looking down at her phone when a text message popped up at the top of the screen.


    [Are you free this weekend? I want to ask you to go to a pet store and buy you a pet.]


    Laura thought for a while — she had never had a pet before, after all, “pet” sounds like a lot of trouble, should I go?


    She was still considering how to return when a basketball came from nowhere and mmed over!


    Laura reacted quickly to reach out and throw it, the basketball immediately in the air through a beautiful arc, and firmly into the basketry.


    Not far away, there was an exaggerated gasp.


    Laura looked up and realized that she had inadvertently passed by the yground.


    She smiled at the student who caught the basketball, who gave her a thumbs up and shouted, “Cool!”


    …


    Mrs. Boote received a phone call from an unknown person.


    “Hello, are you Nora’s mother? We’re police and we need you toe over.”


    Mrs. Boote was reading the newspaper with her legs folded, and when she heard the news, she adjusted her sitting position and repeated, “Police?”


    “Yes.”


    Mrs. Boote thought about it, her daughter was so good and never got into trouble. Since she was called to the police station, she must have been bullied. Her expression suddenly became unhappy — daring to bully her daughter, that person must not want to live!


    “Okay, I’ll be right there.”


    Mrs. Boote got out of the car, she straightened the shawl she was wearing while she proudly walked up to the interrogation table.


    She spoke harshly, “Bullying my daughter is not a matter to be settled lightly! At least a few million dors inpensation, and the person must apologize to my daughter!”


    The police officer who was recording the statement stopped his pen. He looked up with aplicated expression on his face and reminded, “Madam, did you make a mistake? The person who broke thew is your daughter.”


    Mrs. Boote was stunned and said, “Impossible!”


    “How is it impossible?” The other police officer slowly and methodically answered, “Your daughter is suspected of maliciously spreading rumors about others on the Inte, and the trial will be held next Wednesday. It’s clearly written here, what’s impossible?”


    With that, he handed Mrs. Boote awyer’s letter on his desk.


    Mrs. Boote took it, but she couldn’t read thews and regtions, so she just nced at it in general. Her eyes quickly stopped at the bottom right–hand column of thewsuit. Her lips quivered as she read the name of the opposingw firm, “Baker Mckenzie LLP?” — Isn’t this the number onew firm in New York? It’s just a nderous rumor, there’s no need to use such a greatw firm.