Chapter 249 The next day, Manley handed the USB drive over to the local police. Phelps and Zack were brought in for questioning immediately, and with all the evidence stacked against them, both were sentenced without much delay.
After everything was cleared up, Manley's company, Deep Horizon Enterprises, finally ceased all their underhanded tactics against The Carmichael Group.
Summer break always seemed to fly by. Just a week later, Havencrest Primus Academy was back in session. That morning, Raymond personally drove Citrine to school.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs soon as she stepped out of the car, Citrine spotted Jeanette and Clifford climbing out of a Rolls-Royce on the other side of the parking lot.
The Iverson family was bankrupt, yet they could still afford to ride around in a Rolls-Royce? Citrine scoffed quietly at the sight.
She was about to turn away when a man leaned out of the Rolls' window, catching her eye.
He looked at Jeanette with a fond smile, calling out, "Jeanette, I'll pick you two up this afternoon, alright?" Jeanette beamed and, linking arms with Clifford, disappeared through the school gates.
When did he get back? Citrine stared at the man's familiar profile, her eyes clouding with unspoken thoughts. Meanwhile, inside Classroom 20, sophomore year- Jeanette looked stunning that day-every inch of her was dressed in designer labels. She settled into her seat, expecting the usual crowd of boys and girls to swarm around her, eager for her attention.
It had always been that way: all she had to do was sit down, and the others would crunning, vying to make her smile.
But today, ten minutes ticked by and not a single person approached. The classroom was alive with chatter, but everyone clustered in their own groups, laughing and joking, leaving Jeanette alone at her desk.
Pressing her lips together, Jeanette rose and walked over to where her usual group of girlfriends was gathered. She forced a smile and pointed to an empty chair. "Hey Nicola, mind if I sit here?" Before Nicola could respond, another girl dropped into the seat Jeanette had pointed at.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith a cold smirk, the girl looked up at Jeanette. "Oops, sorry-I wanted to sit here." Her words were apologetic, but her tone dripped with mockery.
She grinned wickedly. "Heard Miss Iverson rolled up in a Rolls-Royce today. What, did you get yourself a sugar daddy?" Laughter erupted around them, all eyes turning toward Jeanette.
Nicola covered her mouth, giggling. "Miss Iverson? Please. The Iversons are bankrupt what's left to be a 'Miss' of?"
She went on, "Look at her, head to toe in designer clothes. Must be worth a fortune, ne With her family broke, who's buying her these things? Bet it's sold guy footing the bill."
"I always thought Jeanette was this sweet, delicate little thing, but i guess when it comes to money, she'll do anything." "No wonder she bombed her finals last semester-probably too busy cozying up to rich men to study." As the gossip grew nastier, Jeanette's expression darkened.
She clenched her fists, struggling to keep her anger in check. "You're making things up!"
Nicola rolled her eyes. "We're just telling the truth. Before your family went under, I never saw you in a Rolls-Royce. Now, suddenly, you're living large? And those clothes and that hairpin you're wearing-they're the latest releases from luxury brands. There's no way you could afford them now, not with your family bankrupt. So who's paying for all this, Jeanette?"