Chapter 641 Full Exposure

“You!” Wendy snapped.

Yunice went on calmly, “Also, all these students were going to the supply room to deliver teaching materials. What were you doing there?”

The students immediately joined in:

“Now that she says it, I remember–Wendy was already there when we arrived at the supply room!”

“Yeah, I saw her standing alone in the hallway, covering her nose. It was bleeding!”

“Maybe she really did slam into a wall while trying to escape, and when she saw us coming up the stairs, she pretended she’d just arrived.”

“Exactly! She was the one yelling from the stairs that Mr. Tommy was doing something shady in the supply room, but when we went inside, it was her friend Brynn we saw!”

“Everyone,” Tommy interrupted, lifting his phone, now freshly charged. “I also have supplementary evidence–Wendy repeatedly tried to add me as a friend. Here are all the chat logs. I only accepted because I thought she needed help with her coursework, but she kept messaging me about unrelated topics, so I removed her. The full record’s still here.”

Wendy saw the tide turning and snapped, flustered, “No! That’s not how it happened! She’s fooling all of you!”

Tommy turned to the police with a cold face. “Officers, I believe the facts are clear now. Shall we proceed?”

The police stepped forward toward Wendy and Brynn. “Come with us, please.”

Wendy panicked and turned to the vice principal. “Hey-”

He shot her a sharp look, silently warning her to shut her mouth.

Left with no choice, Wendy glared bitterly at Yunice.

Yunice curled her lips just slightly, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

Only the one who wronged you knows exactly how wronged you were.

Wendy never saw the boomerang coming.

Once the police left with the girls, the rest of the students dispersed.

Only the vice principal, Yunice, and Ms. Laurie remained in the office.

The vice principal gave Yunice a quick, irritable glance. “What are you still standing here for? Go back to whatever it is you should be doing.”

But the moment he turned toward Ms. Laurie and forced a smile, she looked up without blinking and said, “Vice Principal, if you don’t have anything else, you can go. I still need to prep for class.”

“Yunice, come over and help me organize the lab notes from earlier.”

Yunice responded with an “okay” and–perhaps intentionally–squeezed him out of the way as she walked over.

The vice principal scowled, clearly displeased, but left.

As soon as the door shut, Yunice locked it.

Then turned with a grin. “Laurie!”

Ms. Laurie tossed her snack aside and mimed stuffing her hands into the pockets of a lab coat–only to remember she wasn’t wearing one today.

She tilted her head smugly. “Admit it. My entrance was heroic.”

Yunice, curious, reached over to touch Laurie’s scorpion-braid. “How’d you turn into Ms. Laurie? Why’re you even at our school? And why does the vice principal suck up to you so hard?”

Laurie slapped her hand away. “What do you mean ‘how’? I came here for you.”

She explained, “Our med school has a new partnership with North Hospital. From now on, the school will be sending residents there every year.”

“When did this partnership happen? I never heard of it.”

“This year,” Laurie said. “I’m here on behalf of North Hospital and Huaxin Pharmaceuticals as a visiting mentor. Even the vice principal has to respect the connections behind me.”

Truthfully, Laurie came to the university for Yunice–she wanted to keep an eye on her.

She’d been tied up with onboarding paperwork these past few days. Who knew she’d walk straight into chaos the moment she arrived?

“So,” she said nosily, “what’d you do to provoke Wendy? Her sidekick doesn’t look broke. Why steal your phone?”

At the mention of the stolen phone, Yunice leaned over to Laurie’s computer. “I’m borrowing this for a sec.”

She wanted to track her phone’s location.

Through the tracking system, she pinpointed it… to a classroom?

The same one where she and Wendy had that confrontation.

Strange. If Wendy stole her phone, why would she put it back?

Trying to fake a “lost phone” narrative?

Suspicious, Yunice logged into one of her email accounts.

The moment she saw a new unread message, her face darkened.

It wasn’t that simple. Someone had tampered with her phone.

Laurie noticed her expression shift and glanced toward the screen, eyes landing on the unopened email.

Yunice clicked on it.

Inside was a video file–three seconds long.