?Chapter 488:
Just then, Giselle’s phone rang. It was a call from the university. A second-year grad student had been identified as the one who had first posted the thread and photos.
At the same time, Brenna had traced the IP address of the original post. Without wasting a second, the family headed straight to the graduate dorms at Shirie University.
When they arrived, a crowd had already gathered outside one of the rooms. Mixed in with the students were several men dressed in ck suits.
The Harpers pushed their way to the front. They quickly saw Ethan there.
Brenna blinked in surprise. Deep down, she felt happy. Ethan had heard about the whole situation, and he hadn’t asked questions or doubted her. He had investigated the matter for her.
Brenna looked at Ethan and asked, “What are you doing here?”
Ethan turned his head, and his stern expression softened at once when he saw Brenna. “If something hurts you, I’ll deal with it. Someone is spreading lies about you, and of course, I looked into the matter.”
Brenna nodded in acknowledgment, then turned her attention to the dorm room. There were only two beds inside. One of the girls had already been pulled aside for questioning.
She looked terrified. Her face had gone pale, and her legs seemed ready to give out. The sight of so many men in ck suits had shaken her. She regretted helping Sylvie for ten thousand dors the second she realized what she’d gotten into.
Still, she stood her ground. “Who do you think you are? You can’t just barge into a girls’ dorm like this.”
Ethan stepped forward, held up his phone, and showed her the photos. “Where did you get these? Tell the truth, or we’re turning you over to the police.”
The girl looked up and locked eyes with a face so striking it seemed carved by divine hands. Ethan’s features could outshine any of the so-called heartthrobs at Shirie University, putting even the most celebrated handsome guys on campus to shame.
She froze, caught off guard by how unreal he looked.
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Ethan snapped at her in a cold tone, “Speak!” His voice hit like a p. The girl flinched. When she met his gaze again, the icy rage in his eyes made her look away at once.
Her eyes darted around the room, wide with panic. The men in suits formed a tight ring around her, their hard stares prickling her skin.
“It was Sylvie Higgins! We went to undergrad together. She gave me ten grand to post those photos on the forum!” the girl, Liz Ruiz, finally admitted.
Then, her gazended on Brenna. She recognized her in an instant.
She thought Brenna was a lot more beautiful in person than in the photos. Brenna said nothing. Her eyes, cold and unflinching, locked on Liz. That look alone made Liz’s knees give out.
Liz stumbled back a few steps, too shaken to speak. Surrounded by men in ck, she was convinced they meant to do her harm.
“Please don’t hurt me! I’ll give the money back! I’ll delete everything!” she cried.
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