<b>Chapter </b><b>297 </b>
<b>Chapter 297 </b>
<b>The </b><b>moment </b>those words were spoken, the crowd erupted in chaos.
Someone in the crowd shouted, “What? Framing Aria Saxon for murder? Who did she supposedly kill<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Simon <b>Tate</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>said a viger from Briteron. “He died in the river up in the mountains–Aria Saxon found his body. Because of the pandemic<b>, </b><b>it </b>became <b>a </b>sensitive situation, so we had to keep it under wraps.”
Someone else said, “The police initially investigated and concluded it was an idental drowning. But for some crazy reason<b>, </b>Simon Tate’s parents went berserk, ignored everyone trying to stop them, and stormed into the police station, using Aria Saxon of killing their son to get back at her for that <b>old </b>insurance fraud.”
“So it turns out Hannah Gibson paid Simon Tate’s parents to frame Aria Saxon? Is she out of her mind? Why is she so obsessed with targeting Aria Saxon?” someone in the crowd blurted out, their voice dripping with disdain.
Another one said, “Of course she’s obsessed–what do you expect from a homewrecker who stole someone else’s ce?”
The cold steel handcuffs snapped around Hannah’s wrists with a metallic click. She instinctively yanked her arms away, shrieking, “<b>What </b>are you doing? This is a false usation! Let me go!”
Jackson stepped forward, firmly gripping her shoulder, his gaze sharp. He said, “Do you really think we’d arrest you without solid evidence?”
With that, Jackson yanked Hannah to her feet.
Hannah stumbled, her eyes wide with panic as she turned to Liam. “Liam, help me! They’re framing me!”
Liam stared at her in utter disbelief, his voice shaking. “Hannah, did you really pay people to frame Aria? Why did you do this?<b>” </b>
“I didn’t do it, Liam! Please, you must believe me–trust me, please!” she cried out desperately, her voice trembling.
All tenderness vanished from Liam’s eyes, leaving only bitter disappointment.
‘giarizing students‘ work and falsely using Aria of murder? Just what won’t that woman stoop to?‘ Liam thought in disgust.
Dragged by the officers, Hannah stumbled toward the patrol car.
As she was being dragged past Aria, Hannah suddenly lunged forward, pointing at Aria and shrieking hoarsely, “Aria stole my $30,000ptop! I’m suing her! Thatptop in her hands is the evidence!”
Hannah shrieked, her voice cracking with desperation, “If you’re arresting me, then you have to arrest her too!”
Hannah’s shrill scream cut through the air,ced with the wild frenzy of a desperatest stand.
Aria remainedposed, a faint, knowing smile tugging at the corners of <i>her </i>lips.
Aria calmly held up theptop, her voice steady as she challenged, “Take <b>a </b>good look—is this really yourptop?”
Hannah’s eyes bulged as she finally saw theptop clearly. Her expression changed drastically. “You… you set me up?” she shrieked, her voice trembling with rage.
If she had stuck <b>to </b>iming she only took an empty sh drive and denied stealing the research<b>, </b>she might have gotten away <b>with </b><b>it</b>.
Now that she had admitted <b>it</b><b>, </b>theptop was a smoking gun–legally obtained and fully admissible in court.
Hannahpletely lost control, her face twisted with rage. All she wanted was <b>to </b>tear Aria apart. She shrieked hysterically, “I’ll kill you<i>! </i>I’ll <b>tear </b>you <b>to </b>pieces!”
Chapter <b>297 </b>
<b>Fryderyk </b><b>yanked </b><b>Hannah </b><b>back </b><b>with </b>a <b>firm </b><b>grip</b>. <b>“</b>Take her <b>away</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
<b>The </b><b>moment </b><b>Hannah </b>was <b>escorted </b>into the police car, the livestream chat exploded.
<b>Viewer </b><b>A</b><b>: </b><b>[</b>Yeah! Aria <b>is </b><b>such </b><b>a </b>badass! That move was absolutely brilliant!]
<b>Viewer </b><b>B</b><b>: </b><b>[</b><b>She </b>totally fell for it. Hannah Gibson’s gonna lose her mind!]
<b>Viewer </b><b>C</b><b>: </b><b>[</b><b>This </b>ending is <b>so </b>satisfying. For once, those business moguls didn’t get away with bullying people with their power.<b>] </b>
Viewer <b>D</b><b>: </b><b>[</b>Just saying… isn’t Aria Saxon a business mogu
Viewer E: [Hold up–that’s not <b>a </b>fairparison! Hannah Gibson has been riding on her family’s coattails, while Aria Saxon built <i>her </i><b>empire </b><b>from </b><b>scratch</b><b>. </b>How can you even put them in the same category?]
After <b>a </b>long <b>pause</b>, a doctor from Heffner Hospital murmured, “So… our clinical trial was actually for the students of Mandino University?”
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