Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Xaviera Evans is Ignorant and Foolish
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Fay White saw her actions, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat: âXaviera
Evans, what have you done?â
âNothing much, just called the police,â Xaviera said with a grin. âAfter all, unlike some people, I donât actively seek death when Iâm in danger. I turn to the police for protection.â
After saying that, she looked at Fay White with a half-smile: âBefore the police arrive, you should look up online what kind of punishment youâll receive for intentionally spreading rumors about others. Itâs better to be mentally prepared.â
She scanned the room, memorizing everyone present, then picked up her foot to leave. Thatâs when- âXaviera Evans!â
Moore Mamet rushed over after hearing the news, looked at Fay Whiteâs appearance, and instantly frowned: âXaviera, what do you really want? Itâs true that Fay White was wrong for gossiping, but sheâs pitiful enough already. Canât you just forgive her? Do you have to force her to die before youâre satisfied? Have you ever thought about it, if Fay White really dies because of you, how will people at school look at you? Carrying a life on your conscience, could you really sleep peacefully at night?â
When Xaviera heard his voice, she didnât even stop her footsteps and just kept walking forward.
She had no time to waste on these idiots.
Mag Evans sighed, âMoore, my sister is getting more and more stubborn. I donât know if itâs good or badâŠâ
Moore thought that it would definitely get worse, but knowing that Mag had always treated Xaviera as her own sister, saying this would make her very sad. So he patted Mag on the shoulder and comforted her: âForget it. She wonât listen to us anyway. Sheâll realize we were right when she suffers the consequences in the future.â
Some people who recognized Moore Mametâs identity chimed in obsequiously, âExactly, Mr. Mamet and Miss Mag Evans are obviously trying to help Xaviera, but sheâs not showing any appreciation. Itâs no wonder sheâs from the countryside, with absolutely no taste.â
âThatâs right, she even dared to call the police just now. Itâs ridiculous. She doesnât even consider what sheâs done and still has the nerve to call the police. Is she waiting for them to arrest her on charges of prostitution?â
Mag leanea on moore?s snomaer ana spoKe soruy: â1 cnan?t expect my sister to dare call the police. I guess Miss Whiteâs words must have hit too close to home, and she couldnât handle the provocation so she called the police.â Moore nodded in agreement.
Thatâs right, Xaviera must have been kept as a mistress. Thatâs why she was so ruthless towards Fay White who had just spoken the truth.
Xaviera was truly malicious, trying to kill someone just to keep them from exposing her secret, and even wanting to call the police to arrest them for exposing her lies in public.
She was so ignorant and foolish.
When the crowd dispersed, Fay White heaved a sigh of relief. After taking the money according to the agreed location, she grinned. Although her body hurt, it was worth it.
Many wounds on her body were just painted on, but some were real, inflicted for the sake of realism. Having wielded power at school for so many years, Fay Whiteâs body was delicate; even a touch would hurt, let alone sustaining these injuries. She hobbled forward, bent over.
As she was about to leave the school gate, she noticed several pairs of leather shoes in front of her. Then, suddenly, these people split to both sides, and a tall man walked slowly toward her.
The manâs oppressive aura was overwhelming; Fay White had a bad feeling. She stepped back warily and asked, âWho are you?â
At some point, a drizzle began to fall from the sky. Steve Price handed an umbrella to Caleb Mamet, who opened it over his own head.
Caleb Mamet stopped three steps away from Fay White, who was unable to retreat further and fell to the ground. She looked up at the beautiful yet terrifying man and tried to speak, but his aura suppressed her, leaving her unable to say a word.
Disdainfully, Caleb Mamet glanced at the woman on the ground, looking at her as if she were garbage: âSo, youâre Fay White?â His voice was very cold, cold as the wind in the Arctic.
Fay White unconsciously swallowed, in response to the automatic fear: âYou, who are youâŠâ
âYou donât need to know who I am.â
Caleb Mamet took the gun handed to him by Steve Price, and pressed the dark muzzle to Fay Whiteâs forehead. âYou know what? The last time you talked bad about Xaviera, I wanted to just âbangâ and shoot you.â
After that, he admired Fay Whiteâs terrified expression for a moment before shaking his head regretfully: âBut that woman looked tough and had a good private nature â simple and kind-hearted, so I reluctantly spared your life⊠But why donât people just cherish their lives?â
Fay White was already in shock, her pupils dilated in fear, her face frozen in a stupid expression.
Steve Price approached and pushed his glasses up, smiling as he looked at the box tightly clutched in Fay Whiteâs arms: âThis is the money you received, right? From Rose Campbell? 100,000 dollars for your life⊠I have to say, your life is quite expensive..â