"Frank, I regret it. What should I do?" Lucas faked a smile—he couldn't even bring himself to cry.
Frank hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He released Lucas and said, "I'll go find Donovan."
With that, he turned and walked away, determined to ask Donovan what had happened and why Donovan would do that.
Xenia stood alone, her forehead injury ignored. The lack of attention made her feel uneasy. If this had happened before, whenever she was hurt, her brothers would have never treated her this way.
Why was it different now? She had hoped to use a sympathy ploy to win back Lucas.
She cautiously glanced at him, purposely showing her injured forehead. "Lucas, I didn't mean what I said earlier—"
He trudged forward, not even sparing her a glance. She watched his retreating figure, her face showing a look of irritation beneath her previously pitiful expression.
Damn it! The sympathy trick didn't work. She quickly gathered her emotions and dialed Justin's number, her voice filled with feigned distress and sobs as she said, "Justin, I think I'm dying…"
She had to find someone to take the fall for her. Otherwise, her injury would have been for nothing.
Now that Frank and Lucas had both changed, she had to think ahead, and Justin was her best option. He was foolish, wealthy, and easy to manipulate. Once she married into the Parham family and became wealthy, crushing Noelle would be a piece of cake.
After class, Noelle and Grace went to the base, where they would start selecting official members. They also had to go to the stadium on the weekend to watch the gaming team's final competition.
Grace glanced at Noelle, looking to say something, but hesitated. Noelle turned to her. "If you want to say something, just say it."
"I just want to say that you're very talented. Some people's family ties are shallow, to begin with."
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