Joelle never thought that her carefully laid plan—accepting money from a mysterious source to use Haylee and lure Josefina into harm's way—would ever come back to bite her. She was sure she had covered her tracks, using a fresh SIM card for any shady communication. At school, she played it cool, never breathing a word about the scheme.
So, how did they manage to dig it up?
Despite the mounting evidence pointing her way, Joelle was determined to deny everything. She couldn’t afford to let the truth slip out. But the evidence was airtight, leaving her with no room to maneuver. It finally dawned on her that Shay was the one who had reached out to her. Even though Shay was gone, the trail leading to Joelle was still very much alive.
The stress was too much, and Joelle fainted on the spot.
Nearby, Lydia watched, her heart racing. She had covered her tracks well and was confident they wouldn’t trace anything back to her. She thanked her lucky stars for her cunning—unlike Joelle, she hadn’t been careless!
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With all the drama settled, Josefina’s plan to relaunch the medical society was met with enthusiasm rather than resistance. Everyone wanted in, regardless of their background in medicine. The rush was so intense, it was like the doors were nearly coming off their hinges from the eager crowd.
Josefina sifted through the applications and posted the final list on the campus app, making it easy for everyone to check if they’d made the cut.
After wrapping up, Josefina took a moment to stretch her legs, feeling the weight of the past few days lift slightly. Just then, Mr. Marquez walked in, looking a bit sheepish. The door swung open behind him.
“Josefina, I’m really sorry for the trouble. It wasn’t entirely your fault.”
“Principal, don’t worry about it. It wasn’t your doing. Some folks just tried to mess with me, spreading lies. They’ve been dealt with, and justice has been served.”
With everything resolved, Mr. Marquez breathed a sigh of relief.
“The school board sent me to let you know, if you ever need anything, just ask. We’ll do whatever we can to support you.”
Josefina knew that being Alfie’s protégé came with its perks.
“Thanks, but I’m good for now.” She knew getting too much help could cause complications down the line.
She had her own resources and preferred to use them.
Just then, Mr. Marquez’s phone buzzed. He answered, eyes widening in surprise: “You’re serious? You want to sponsor our medical society? Build a new facility?”


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