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: “Xaviera

Evans, what have you done?”

“Nothing much, just called the police,” Xaviera said with a grin. “After all, unlike some people, I don’t actively seek death when I’m in danger. I turn to the police for protection.”

After saying that, she looked at Fay White with a half-smile: “Before the police arrive, you should look up online what kind of punishment you’ll receive for intentionally spreading rumors about others. It’s better to be mentally prepared.”

She scanned the room, memorizing everyone present, then picked up her foot to leave. That’s when- “Xaviera Evans!”

Moore Mamet rushed over after hearing the news, looked at Fay White’s appearance, and instantly frowned: “Xaviera, what do you really want? It’s true that Fay White was wrong for gossiping, but she’s pitiful enough already. Can’t you just forgive her? Do you have to force her to die before you’re 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?”

When Xaviera heard his voice, she didn’t even stop her footsteps and just kept walking forward.

She had no time to waste on these idiots.

Mag Evans sighed, ‘Moore, my sister is getting more and more stubborn. I don’t know if it’s good or bad…”

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: “Forget it. She won’t listen to us anyway. She’ll realize we were right when she suffers the consequences in the future.”

Some people who recognized Moore Mamet’s identity chimed in obsequiously, “Exactly, Mr. Mamet and Miss Mag Evans are obviously trying to help Xaviera, but she’s not showing any appreciation. It’s no wonder she’s from the countryside, with absolutely no taste.”

“That’s right, she even dared to call the police just now. It’s ridiculous. She doesn’t even consider what she’s done and still has the nerve to call the police. Is she waiting for them to arrest her on charges of prostitution?”

Mag leanea on moore•s snomaer ana spoKe soruy: “1 cnan•t expect my sister to dare call the police. I guess Miss White’s words must have hit too close to home, and she couldn’t handle the provocation so she called the police.” Moore nodded in agreement.

That’s right, Xaviera must have been kept as a mistress. That’s 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 White’s 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 man’s oppressive aura was overwhelming; Fay White had a bad feeling. She stepped back warily and asked, “Who are you?”

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: “So, you’re Fay White?” His voice was very cold, cold as the wind in the Arctic.

Fay White unconsciously swallowed, in response to the automatic fear: ‘You, who are you…”

“You don’t need to know who I am.”

Caleb Mamet took the gun handed to him by Steve Price, and pressed the dark muzzle to Fay White’s forehead. “You know what? The last time you talked bad about Xaviera, I wanted to just ‘bang’ and shoot you.”

After that, he admired Fay White’s terrified expression for a moment before shaking his head regretfully: “But that woman looked tough and had a good private nature – simple and kind-hearted, so I reluctantly spared your life… But why don’t people just cherish their lives?”

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 White’s arms: “This is the money you received, right? From Rose Campbell? 100,000 dollars for your life… I have to say, your life is quite expensive..”