Chapter 77
“What’s gotten into you this time, Lillian?” Sharon asked with a frown.
Lillian had been unusually quiet for a few days after our advisor had scolded her. Knowing she had a history of bullying weaker students and wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, 1 decided to provoke her a bit. “How do you know I was looking at you if you weren’t looking at me?”
“You!” Lillan gave me a furious grim
I just smiled and glanced at her bag, where her phone was lying. “What did I do?
“We’ll see if you’re still smiling tomorrow,” Lillian muttered under her breath as she turned to leave. Grabbing her things, she stormed out of the dorm, hissing. “Batch!”
She spoke softly, bet 1 heard her clearly. I watched the dorm door close before turning away. I hoped I was right in thinking she was the one who had posted about me anonymously.
Lowering my head, I pulled out my phone and sent my programmer Lillian’s social media account, asking him to investigate further.
“What a psycho,” Sharon muttered, glaring at the slammed door. She slid her chair closer to me and added, “Lillian is such a pain. Evelyn, did you do that on purpose?
Did I do it on purpose? Of course. Unless I was mistaken, Lithan probably wasn’t clever enough to spread rumors about me on her own. There had to be someone else behind this.
I smiled but didn’t answer her question. Instead, I glanced at the balcony. “Before I came back, was she out there?
Sharon didn’t seem to mind the change in topic. She nodded and slid back to her desk, picking up her pen, “Yeah. I think she was on the phone with someone.”
Thummed in response, and she looked at me “as something wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing important You should get back to your homework I’m going to wash up.”
The next day, after my first class, I checked my phone and saw that the forum post accusing me of being a mistress had been updated
The anonymous poster had added several photos from the previous night, showing me getting out of Ethan’s car. While Ethan’s face was obscured by the darkness, I was clearly visible.
The poster had also highlighted the Maserati logo in red, making the photos seem even more incriminating.
There was a lot of discussion in the comments. People were saying I should know better, that I’d found another man, as well as questioning where I got my money and what i actually did for a living.
Someone pointed out that I often came home late and had even stayed out a few nights in the beginning Then, someone accused me of being a prostitute working at a hotel. Soon, others agreed with this accusation, and their certainty made me feel like I’d been nailed to a cross of shame. I scrolled through several pages of comments before finally putting my phone down.
Later that afternoon, someone spotted the Maserati and announced that my new sugar daddy was Ethan.
Given Ethan’s relationship with Leah, many girls began to attack me. They seemed to believe that interfering in Ethan and Leah’s relationship was even more unforgivable than being a mistress to an older men