Chapter 717


    The call had been on speakers earlier, so Wendy heard everything. She bit her lip as she regretted


    taking on the task.


    If she had not volunteered for it, the one who would be reprimanded would have been Arielle instead of


    her.


    Darn it!


    No wonder Arielle doesn’t want to do this. She must have known that things would turn out this way.


    She’s nothing but a scheming b*tch!


    Nevertheless, Wendy did not have the courage to voice that out loud to Arthur. She could only stand


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    quietly and endured the displeased res from all the other teachers.


    When Arthur saw the look on Wendy’s face, he said, “It seems like you’ve heard it. Take a pen and


    paper and finish the letter of denunciation before leaving.”


    At that, Wendy stopped biting on her pale lip and nodded. “Professor Sleight, this is my fault. I shouldn’t


    have used machine trantion just because I was in a rush. I’ll work on the report right away.”


    Noticing the pitiful look on Wendy’s face, the anger in Arthur dissipated slightly. He hummed in


    response before saying, “Contact Arielle and ask her toe and lend us a hand.”


    Those words made Wendy stiffen before fury shot up


    from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.


    She then blurted out, “Professor Sleight, Arielle has rejected you before. She knows that she can’t


    “Stop that,” Arthur cut her off. “I’m her teacher. I know her capabilities better than you do. It’s best for


    you to finish the report quickly instead. I’ll contact Arielle myself.”


    With that said, Arthur ignored Wendy and turned around to call Arielle instead.


    However, Arielle did not pick up his call. Left without a choice, Arthur could only leave to trante the


    lesson n with the other teachers.


    Jealousy was a green-eyed monster that took over Wendy. Gritting her teeth, she then walked out of


    the meeting room toward the lecturers’ block. When she arrived at her destination, she called the


    trantor.


    The call soon went through, and almost immediately, Wendy questioned, “What’s the matter with you?


    Why did you use machine trantion after a few pages? Haven’t I told you I wanted a thorough


    trantion?”


    What came through the speakers was the trantor’s confused voice, “Ms. Greene, I did trante it all


    myself. How could I not have done as you asked?”


    “Then why did the printed copy have the copyright notice of some machine tranting site at the


    bottom of


    the page?”


    “How could that be? Ms. Greene, have you printed the wrong documents?”


    At that, Wendy began spiraling down a hole of confusion.


    The trantor that her mother had hired should not be any less than a professional.


    So what’s going on?


    “Hold on. Let me send the file to you. Take a look at it yourself.” With that, she ended the call and sent


    her the file.”


    The trantor soon called back. “Ms. Greene, this isn’t the file you’ve sent me. I don’t know what this


    file is.”


    “What?” Wendy let out a loud gasp. “Are you sure?”


    “Yes. I can send you the tranted file I have. Once you check the email, you’ll know that I’m telling


    you the truth.”


    When Wendy checked her email andpared the two files, she then realized the trantor was right


    —the two files were different.


    Who did this?


    Absolutely livid, Wendy nearly crushed her teeth from the grinding


    However, in the next second, Wendy came up with someone’s name—Arielle.


    It must be her!


    She must have wanted to mess with me. That’s why she hired someone to hack into my email and


    swap the files.


    No one else would have done this but Arielle!


    “B*tch! What a b*tch!” Wendy shrieked, her screams echoing in the room like a banshee.