The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2093

"F-face the consequences?"

Polly was so terrified she nearly bit her own tongue. She stammered, "No, please, Professor Charlotte! Don't do anything illegal. It's not worth it."

"..."

Charlotte's lips curled upward. Suppressing her amusement, she drawled lazily, "Just call the cops. I'll handle the rest."

They originally wanted to target her. But since they didn't have the guts to come at her directly, they went after the people around her.

If they had the nerve to do the crime, they had to pay the price.

Half an hour later.

Everyone connected to Polly's 'accident' was summoned to the Cabinda police station.

Reba's assistant, Sheryl, sat on a cold metal chair alongside four other backup dancers. Their faces were noticeably pale, their panic visible to the naked eye.

"Polly Sinclair stated that when she was walking down the stairs, she distinctly felt someone shove her hard from behind, which caused her to fall down the stone steps."

Officer Donovan held his pen, glaring sternly at the young women across the table. "Let's hear it. What exactly happened?"

"What does she mean by 'felt'?"

Sheryl lifted her chin, pasting a dismissive smirk onto her face as she lied without skipping a beat. "She has bad luck, lost her footing, and fell. What does that have to do with us?"

"She says we pushed her, but does she have any proof?"

With Sheryl taking the lead, the other four anxious girls raised their heads and quickly chimed in with their denials. "Exactly. She's just trying to extort us for medical bills, isn't she? Have some shame!"

No cameras, no witnesses...

Did the cops really think they could pin this on them?!

"Watch your mouths—"

Hearing the girls' venomous accusations, Officer Donovan's face darkened.

Based on the initial investigation, Polly's fall was no accident.

According to Polly: Dancers were notoriously protective of their legs, and since they were shooting the MV that day, she had been extra careful.

When she entered the stairwell, the five girls had suddenly appeared behind her.

To avoid bumping into them, she had purposely moved to the side.

"Mhm."

Charlotte gave a slight nod. She turned her head, her cold, piercing gaze landing on the five girls.

"..."

They never expected that the person backing Polly would be Charlotte.

The smug smiles completely froze on their faces, replaced by a creeping dread that seeped into their eyes.

Shouldn't Charlotte be running around frantically trying to put out the PR fires online? How did she have the time to show up at the police station?

"Please, have a seat, Mrs. Blair."

A staff member quickly brought over a chair. Charlotte sat down with fluid grace, crossing her long legs. She rested her fingers on the hard tabletop, tapping it in a slow, rhythmic beat.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She didn't say a word. Her clear, icy eyes lazily scrutinized the group. The sound of her tapping echoed like the countdown of a grim reaper, reminding them that their end was near.

Her aura was so suffocatingly dominant that the girls' arrogant attitudes were instantly crushed under her heel. They shrank into their seats, stealing fearful glances at her.