Jasmine rathered admit to plagiarizing Natalie than being framed for threatening the lady.
“Is she telling the truth? Does she really not know you?” Natalie gave the lady a doubtful look.
The lady shook her head vehemently. “Yes, we didn’t know each other prior to this. Before the competition started, she paid me a sum of money to monitor the live stream. Once Ms. Natalie’s drawings were out, I was to download them and wait for her in the restroom.”
“I didn’t!” Jasmine was so angry that her heart was palpitating.
Since when did I do that?
Didn’t she approach me in the first place?
Natalie looked at Jasmine and then the lady before lowering her head in thought.
After a few seconds, she raised her gaze and asked, “Since Jasmine had you wait for her in the restroom, how did you know when she would be there?”
The lady pointed at one of the reporters in the reporters’ area. “It’s him. He was also watching the live stream. When you finished your drawing, he walked by Jasmine and tossed a paper ball to her, informing her to see me in the restroom.”
“So that’s how!” Natalie nodded while Jasmine turned her attention to Mr. Horner, staring daggers at him.
At the same time, Mr. Horner ordered Walford to bring the reporter over.
Resigned to his fate, the reporter didn’t struggle and allowed himself to be brought forward.
“Were you also bribed by her to do this?” Mr. Horner demanded to know while pointing at Jasmine.
The reporter glance at Jasmine before nodding. “Yes… yes, I was.”
“You… all of you…” Jasmine’s body trembled violently as she was consumed by rage. Supporting herself on the table, the veins on her hands began to bulge.
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