Reborn: The Unwanted Heiress's Revenge (Isabella) novel Chapter 120

The next morning during the self–study period, Isabella was quietly flipping through a novel. Suddenly, Harold’s startled voice echoed

through the classroom:

“Where’s the class fund? Did someone move it?”

The entire classroom fell silent as everyone turned to look at Harold. He looked genuinely anxious. First, he searched his backpack, then

he began rummaging through his desk drawer. After finding nothing, Harold’s expression grew tense. His deskmate leaned over and asked,

“Is the class fund really missing?”

Harold frowned, looking both worried and uneasy. “I was going to-” “…to balance the accounts, but then I realized the money that was in

my drawer was gone. I don’t know what happened. I checked it just the day before yesterday.”

His deskmate tried to comfort him. “Don’t panic. Think carefully–could you have put it somewhere else?”

“No,” Harold said firmly. “I remember very clearly that it was in the drawer.” “The money has always been kept in that drawer since sophomore year, but now it’s really gone… I can’t help wondering if someone might have taken it.”

As he spoke, Harold unconsciously glanced in Isabella’s direction, only to see her with her head down, casually flipping through her novel.

“Did anyone see who took the class fund?” Harold walked up to the podium and addressed the class. “It was kept in an envelope, with

about a thousand dollars inside.”

This money had been collected from everyone, so everyone in the class was concerned.

“Who would do something like this and take the class fund?”

Harold looked at the students below and asked, “Did someone from our class take it?”

Everyone exchanged uncertain looks. They all understood that even if someone in the class had taken it, they would never admit

“Harold, try searching the classroom,” someone suggested. “…and see if you can find it.” Once the suggestion was made, the whole cla

nodded in agreement.

“Right, Harold, start searching. Maybe you’ll catch the culprit in the act.”

Harold’s eyes showed a hint of hesitation. “You guys don’t mind?”

Everyone responded in unison, “Of course not.”

“Anyone who objects must be guilty,” he added.

“Alright then, everyone stay in the classroom. “I’ll take a few people and search one by one.”

Harold randomly selected several classmates to help, starting from the first row–checking desks first, then backpacks,…then having the students empty their pockets. Harold worked his way to Isabella’s row. Soon, he reached the last row, where Isabella and Violet were sitting.

“Isabella, please- “Stand up and let me check your desk and backpack.”

Isabella looked up at him calmly but didn’t move.

Violet teased, “Harold, Isabella couldn’t have taken the class fund.“My little princess isn’t short of money, okay?”

A thousand dollars might be a year’s allowance for an ordinary student, but for a wealthy family like the Taylors, …it was nothing.

“I know.” Harold glanced at Isabella and said in a calm, businesslike tone, “But having money and choosing to steal are two completely different things.”

Hearing this, Isabella smirked. She slid her chair to the side, her cold eyes narrowing slightly, and gestured toward her desk drawer. “Go ahead and check.” Harold stared into Isabella’s clear, cold, and defiant eyes. Frowning, he reached into her desk drawer. His hand went all the way to the innermost part, …where he had put the money yesterday, but found nothing. Harold’s expression froze. How could it be gone? As if in disbelief, he began searching through Isabella’s He searched her cluttered drawer several more times but still found nothing. Isabella casually twirled a pen in her hand.

“What’s wrong, Harold? Why is it taking you so long?”

“Harold, there’s nothing.”

“Nothing here either.”

“Harold, you’re the one keeping the class fund. Everyone gave you the money because they trusted you, “…but now you’ve lost it. This is

your responsibility, isn’t it?”

Harold’s anger flared the moment he heard this.

“What do you mean? I didn’t steal it, “…so how can you blame me?” Isabella laughed.

“Then do you think Hannah will blame you?”

Her words struck Harold’s sore spot immediately.

He truly hadn’t expected Isabella to turn his own plan against him. Harold didn’t know how he would face Hannah. Thinking about how Isabella had deliberately hidden the money to embarrass him, His face darkened as he pointed at Isabella.

“You’re the one who stole the class fund!”

“Give the money back right now!” Harold’s voice rang loudly, Everyone turned to look. Violet slammed her book onto the desk and

frowned.

“Harold, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t you already search Isabella’s desk? “There was nothing there. Why are you making false accusations?” Isabella pouted, feigning innocence.

“Harold, why are you saying I stole the money? Are you trying to slander my reputation?”

Isabella was already beautiful, and everyone knew she had excellent grades as well. Quite a few students secretly liked her. Now, seeing Isabella looking hurt and on the verge of tears, No one could stand it. All the classmates looked at Harold with conflicted expressions

“Harold, you’re going too far. “Since you didn’t find the class fund at Isabella’s desk, why are you accusing her of stealing ((7