Chapter 51


    51 Chapter 51: Cyber Violence


    “Besides, I never said I was Lohill’s disciple. It’s the teachers at school who imed that Miss Lohill


    admired my talent and wanted to guide me. Somehow, this news spread, and my ssmates came to


    congratte me on bing Miss Lohill’s disciple. I wanted to exin that I wasn’t, but they just said I


    was being humble, and I really couldn’t argue.”


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    Xaviera sniffed, tears zing her eyes: “If I’d been able to predict this, I would’ve definitely exined


    everything to my ssmates one by one, no matter how tedious it would’ve been, rifying that Miss


    Lohill hadn’t taken me as her disciple.”


    Xaviera portrayed herself as the perfect victim–the teachers at the school misled her into thinking she


    was Lohill’s disciple, her ssmates spread the rumors, she tried to exin, but they refused to listen,


    leading to the current situation.


    “Yeah, in this matter, Mag is also a victim,” Rose sighed. “It’s just that Xaviera doesn’t seem to think so.


    I’m afraid she’s already distanced herself from us.


    Otherwise, she wouldn’t have kept such big news as being Lohill’s disciple a secret. If she didn’t tell us


    because she minded our backgrounds, it’s still understandable, but hiding it from even Derek…”


    Didn’t she treat Derek Evans as family?


    Derek’s face darkened instantly, and Rose watched him with a subtle smile. The fact that QAdera was


    an internationally–acimed designer indeed surprised Rose. She was afraid that Derek might think


    Xaviera’s identity still had some value to be exploited, and could bring her back into the fold. If that


    happened, she’d be


    infuriated.


    Now that she pointed out that Xaviera considered them enemies instead of family, Derek would have


    second thoughts about letting Xavierae back. Would doing so bring further assistance or bring an


    enemy into their midst?


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Moore Mamet’s rxed brows tightened again: “Aunt Rose’s words make perfect sense. The Xaviera


    we know now isn’t the Xaviera we used to know; she has changed too much.”


    Overhearing them discussing Xaviera again, Xaviera


    couldn’t help biting her lip: “But Dad, Moore, the top priority now is those rumors out there. They say


    I’m scheming and vain, but it’s not my fault! It’s my sister who deliberately misguided me… Of course, I


    don’t mean to me her. I just think the two of us shouldn’t have ended up like this. Can’t we just work


    things out by talking?”


    Moore Mametforted her with a touch: “Don’t


    worry, Mag. This isn’t your fault. It’s a trap set by Xaviera. You’re too pure and kindhearted to outy


    her.” After saying this, he turned to Derek again:


    “Uncle, we need to contact ck Tide as soon as


    possible. Some matters can be easily resolved if they step in.”


    Moved, Xaviera leaned against Moore’s shoulder: “Thank you, Moore. I wouldn’t know what to do


    without you.”


    Moore enjoyed Xaviera’s utter reliance on him.


    However, in a corner he couldn’t see, Xaviera and Rose exchanged a silent look. Get ck Tide


    involved? They hadn’t forgotten thest time they’d had to pay the steep price for that.


    Xaviera and Rose came up with an excellent n: even without ck Tide, they could solve the


    current


    problem. That bitch Xaviera thought she could have it easy just by being Lohill’s disciple? They had


    ways to ruin her reputation!


    The next day, Xaviera grabbed her bag, prepared to leave for sses at Libanan University. Her


    identity had been exposed, so she didn’t need to give lectures online. The school had also contacted


    her, saying the students wanted her to exin the course in person.


    Xaviera couldn’t refuse, so she had to report to the


    school on time.


    Caleb Mamet knew Xaviera was leaving, so he motioned to the driver, James, to send her safely to


    school.


    “Ma’am, we’ve arrived,” said James.


    Driver James parked the car in front of Libanan University, and Xaviera thanked him. As she got out of


    the car, she keenly noticed a sh of light behind a tree on the opposite side of the street.


    Half an hourter, an anonymous post appeared on Libanan University’s official forum.


    -Shocking! A famous fashion designer is actually a mistress kept by an old man! Such a person is not


    fit


    to be a teacher!


    Below the post were pictures of Xaviera getting out of a luxury car, driven by an older man. The car


    wasn’t something just anyone with money could buy. The old driver was too far away to see his face


    clearly, but you could see silver streaks in his hair, suggesting he was probably around forty or fifty


    years old. His suit was a tailor–made designer piece that ordinary people


    couldn’t afford. @


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    In just a few minutes, the post had more than a hundred replies.


    [Huh? Isn’t this Miss Lohill? Would someone of her status really need to be kept?]


    [Designers are people too, and to maintain her prestige, Miss Lohill produces very few design sketches


    in a year. It’s not entirely impossible that she might face financial difficulties.]


    [But this old man looks ugly and outdated. The only


    thing he seems to have is money. There must be richer people out there, so Miss Lohill doesn’t have to


    be with him.]


    [Maybe Miss Lohill has heavier tastes, haha.