After Agnes got to school, she made a beeline for the drama department. She'd done a quick online search for the department's class schedule. Turned out Cecile had a large-scale culture class at nine in the morning in a lecture hall.
Agnes was already waiting at the door before they finished class.
The moment the bell rang, students came pouring out. Everyone cast weird glances at Agnes waiting by the door. Every now and then, Agnes could even hear whispers of hypocrite and malicious.
Finally, out came Cecile.
Seeing Agnes, she raised an eyebrow and smirked in disdain, "Well, look who it is, the hottest starlet of the moment. What brings you to our humble drama department? Let me guess, you've done one play and you're already thinking of switching careers?"
Agnes cut to the chase, "Did you post that thread on the school forum?"
Cecile played dumb, "I have no idea what you're talking about. You're the one who wanted to be in the limelight, and now you're exposed. Why drag me into this?"
Agnes retorted coldly, "Cut the act. I've traced the forum ID, and the registered account is your student ID. Are you still going to deny it?"
Cecile's smirk didn't falter at being exposed; she seemed rather smug. She said sarcastically, "So what if I posted it? I didn't lie. You climbed up the ladder using Prince to get to Jared. You landed the role of Cinderella only because of your father's connections, didn't you? I just laid out the facts for everyone to see your true colors."
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