All Novel Sweet
Chapter 17
Chapter: 18
The male scratchy voice sounded unpleasant and obscene in her ears. Who else could it be? It was Terence, the dean’s son who used to pester her.
Debbie now understood why she suddenly got a demerit on her record for no reason. So she sneered, “So it was you who did it.”
“You are so smart. But you can’t blame me. You bullied my girlfriend, right?” Terence said proudly.
Debbie remembered the dispute between her and Gail just now and finally understood what was going on.
“Good. You two are a perfect match.”
Terence was such a fool. He didn’t know what she was driving at. He even continued in a complacent tone, “How do you feel now? Do you regret it? But I have an offer to you. If you are willing to sleep with me, I can help you deal with this matter.”
Debbie sneered and said lightly, “No, thanks. I don’t want to get dirty.”
“You…”
Terence was so angry that he wanted to scold Debbie. But before he could say anything, she hung up the phone. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
Then she blocked his number directly.
Kasie couldn’t stand her anxiety anymore. So as soon as Debbie hung up the phone, she immediately asked, “What happened? Why did you get a demerit?”
“The assistant of the dean said that I made trouble in the bar. He must be referring to what happened at my birthday party,” Debbie replied, shrugging her shoulders.
Although she was wronged, she still had a calm expression on her face.
“No, I can’t stand that. Someone is instigating trouble behind your back. It must be that bitch, Gail,” Kasie said crossly, her saliva almost spattering on Debbie’s face.
Seeing that she was in a huff, Debbie patted her gently on the back and said, “It doesn’t matter. I actually don’t care about it.”
“Let’s go to the dean and make things clear.”
After saying this, Kasie pulled Debbie towards the dean’s office despite her refusal.
People who didn’t know what really happened would think that Kasie was the one who was wronged.
When they arrived at the door of the dean’s office, Kasie knocked for a long time, but no one answered.
“The dean is not here. Let’s just come back another day,” Debbie suggested. Then she turned around and walked down the stairs.
She really didn’t care about it. It was even a good thing that the dean was not in his office.
Brandon Perez, the dean of the school, paced back and forth nervously at the gate of the school, wiping the sweat from his forehead from time to time.
Ten minutes later, a stretch Lincoln Limousine stopped at the gate
Brandon trotted to the car and waited respectfully for the distinguished guest inside to come out.
The moment the car door was opened from the inside, he bowed his head.