Chapter 274: Beating
Chapter 274: Beating
Graeme initially had no intention of getting involved in the dispute, but Kate''s words were too
offensive to ignore. Unable to hold back, he spoke up, subtly indicating his support for Peyton.
"Kate, why are you resorting to name-calling?" he questioned.
Kate, undaunted, held her head high, her elegant neck connecting to her delicate chin. She
disyed an attitude of pride and innocence, as if she had done nothing wrong.
The principal, with his meaty hands, mmed his desk and leaned forward, exuding an authoritative
presence.
"Exactly, Kate, you are being too insolent. Using foulnguage in front of me!" he admonished.
Kate remained unapologetic. "What does it matter if I use foulnguage? She''s the thief crying ''Stop
thief''. Why can''t I call her out?"
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Meanwhile, Peyton, teary-eyed, snuggled up to Graeme, feeling wronged and seeking his support.
"Kate, you said I was the thief crying ''Stop thief''. Do you have any evidence? I have the receipt from
when you bought the alcohol with your name on it, and the owner can testify."
With all the pieces of the puzzle, including witness testimony, material evidence, and a clear motive,
everyone now seemed to believe that Kate was lying.
The office door remained ajar, and a sweet and melodious voice came from the hallway, saying,
"You need evidence? I have it!"
Soon after, a series of slightly crisp and regr sounds echoed as a woman wearing a striking red,
irregr-length dress entered. She was adorned with a pair of red, pointed-toe high-heeled shoes.
The observers in the hallway were captivated by her beauty. People in the office were simrly
entranced as her chestnut hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with the fiery red dress. She
passed through their line of sight, enchanting everyone with her presence.
Once she passed, people were left in awe, their attention riveted to the spectacr vision.
Still in the office, all eyes were on the enigmatic woman who had suddenly entered. They were
transfixed, until the striking sound of a p awakened them from their reverie. Peyton had been
pped before she even realized the neer''s identity.
Peyton touched her face, rubbing the spot where she''d been struck. She looked at the captivating
woman before her, who appeared to be around her age but was blessed with exceptional beauty.
Envious, resentful, and shocked, Peyton couldn''t help butpare herself to this remarkable
stranger.
The p hurt, and it made her feel more insignificant than ever.
Graeme, displeased, turned his attention back to Peyton. "Who are you? Why did you hit her? Isn''t
that going too far?"
In response, the neer, Cheyenne, delivered a second crisp p, although with a little less
force.
Then came another loud, resonant "smack."
People outside the office, who had been sneakily eavesdropping, couldn''t contain their curiosity any
longer. They left their books behind and crept toward the principal''s office, peering in like secret
agents, only showing their inquisitive eyes.
Kate, astonished, watched Cheyenne appear before her like a goddess. Her beauty was
enchanting, and two sharp, redcquered high-heeled shoes cked as they hit the white porcin
floor tiles.
As onlookers marveled at the enchanting silhouette in the office, the woman''s long, glossy ck
hair and fiery red dress created a visual masterpiece.
When Cheyenne walked past, they couldn''t see her face, but her mere presence was captivating.
Only a distinct and clear p brought them back to reality.
Kate found the situation quite entertaining, watching Peyton, who appeared dazed by the two
resounding ps.
She apuded Cheyenne and, with a few steps, embraced her. Kate, who was taller, leaned her
head onto Cheyenne''s shoulder, appearing victimized, her voice alternating between tears and
laughter.
"Cheyenne, Cheyenne, you''vee! I knew you''d always be the best to me."
Cheyenne held Kate at arm''s length, revealing a slight smile in her bright eyes, which didn''t seem to
match her external emotion.
"Humph, I''vee because I couldn''t bear to see you acting so foolishly, almost making a fool of
yourself."
"Kate, my dear Kate, you''re my second-inmand, but it seems you''ve failed to learn from my
previous boldness. What are you doing wasting your time with this sobbing bitch?" She pointed at
Peyton, and her voice oozed disdain.
Thinking back to her middle school days, Danielle had once punctured the tire of Kate''s bicycle
when she wasn''t looking. When Cheyenne found out about it, she didn''t hesitate to snatch
Danielle''s beloved Barbie doll right from her hands. In front of the whole ss, she meticulously
"dismembered" the beautiful Barbie doll with an art knife. She twisted the doll''s head off and kicked
it over to Danielle''s feet.
"The next time you dare pull any of these stunts behind my back, my knife won''t just cut through this
stic doll, but through - your head!"
In the first year of middle school, Kate was just thirteen years old and had already earned the
prestigious title of "Queen Bee" in the junior high school. Danielle''s teachers were too frightened to
say anything, and the poor girl ended up wetting herself in public. It became a traumatic childhood
memory for her, something she was reminded of whenever she thought of Cheyenne.
That was one of the reasons why Danielle loathed Cheyenne so much. Kate remembered the days
when she was protected by Cheyenne. She had livedfortably under the shelter of her best
friend, ying the role of the loyal sidekick.
After their high school entrance exams, they were forced to part ways, and without Cheyenne by
her side, Kate reverted to her former timid self. She swore that she would learn from Cheyenne in
the future. Being the second inmand, she couldn''t stand being bullied by a powerless
hypocrite! It was truly humiliating.
At this moment, Peyton''s cheeks were swollen on both sides. Her not-so-pretty face now bore two
fresh, reddish handprints.
Then, she felt something warm slide down her nostrils, and her gaze shifted towards her nose. Two
red streams of liquid slowly flowed from her nostrils. She reached out to wipe it away, feeling the
warm and sticky liquid on her pale fingers.
Blood!
She... she was having a nosebleed!!!
A piercing scream that could rupture eardrums echoed in the office, making everyone outside
instinctively cover their ears. It was too painful to bear!