Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 I’m Back

Chapter 115 I’m Back

Suddenly, someone noticed the stretcher next

There was a person still lying on it.

The reporters instantly started imagin to the police car

all kinds of

all kinds of crazy, over–the–top stories.

They got hyped up and rushed forward, each hoping to snap a shot for their own scoop.

Eric’s heart was still in his throat, not having a chance to settle after realizing the camera hadn’t caught anything, when the sudden swarm of reporters made his face go ghostly pale.

He tried to curl up, desperate to avoid their stares.

But the reporters still managed to spot him.

As the reporters crowded in, the blinding flashes of their

cameras hit him like a spotlight.

Eric felt like he was completely exposed, laid bare for everyone to see.

He was about to lose it.

Thankfully, the cops sprang into action. As the reporters surged forward, they blocked their way. “Where did you all come from? This is an active investigation. Put away your cameras and microphones.”

“Keep shouting and shoving, and you’ll all be arrested for obstructing police work!”

Even though the police were blocking the way, some reporters still managed to snap photos.

They caught the face of the person curled up on the stretcher. It was Eric.

“Is that… Mr. Anderson?” someone said.

The Anderson boys were seriously blessed in the looks department.

That face was hard to miss.

Plus, Eric was big into racing and esports, and he’d made a name for himself in competitions.

He was kind of a big deal in those circles.

So people spotted him in a heartbeat.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

No one could believe Eric was mixed up in this wild scandal today.

And he looked like he was the one who got hurt.

He seemed completely wrecked.

The reporters felt even more curious.

But with the police holding their ground, the reporters could only stand by and watch helplessly as the cops took everyone

away.

But some people with connections started digging around, pulling strings and asking questions from every angle.

And they actually managed to uncover the truth.

It turned out that this whole scandalous party was actually Eric’s own doing.

Even the seven people who joined in the fun were all brought in by him.

After all, Eric and Tommy, that streetwise guy, were always hanging out, partying, and living it up together.

Their relationship was really close.

They never expected their relationship to be this twisted and perverse.

Eric was actually into that.

He was partying like crazy.

Some people found out that Tommy and his seven guys messed with some illegal stuff while they were getting wild. Even though Eric didn’t test positive for any of that,

But the fact that Eric could blend in like this didn’t necessarily mean he hadn’t been involved with this stuff before. Everyone had something to say, and the gossip was out of control.

The whole thing blew up online in no time.

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now, Eric was lying in his hospital bed, glued to his phone, watching

In his head, he kept replaying what the cops ha

the comments explode online.

said earlier when he was giving his statement.

“We got an anonymous report about a group sex scandal. As for who sent it, we couldn’t track them down.”

“The reporters showed up because they also

“We tried tracking the anonymous texts the an

They couldn’t track down the sender.

Eric thought, ‘It’s Whitney. It has to be her!

‘She called the cops.

‘She tipped off the reporters.

‘This is all Whitney’s doing.

‘Whitney really wants to ruin me!

‘She didn’t hold back at all, not a little!

‘That bitch… I’ll make her pay. I’ll kill her!

“I will!‘

Eric’s hatred was raging inside him.

anonymous text. Someone told them there was a huge scandal here!

reporters received, but still couldn’t find out who sent them.”

Meanwhile, Whitney, the secret mastermind who kept her achievements hidden and her identity low–key, didn’t have the time or the interest to keep up with the online buzz.

She didn’t need to bother.

With the police and the media teaming up, Eric didn’t stand a chance.

There was no way Eric could walk away from this unscathed.

It was unclear what kind of online tsunami was about to hit.

But honestly, Whitney couldn’t care less.

After driving all night, Whitney was still on the road.

She twisted and turned through narrow backroads.

Good thing she was such a skilled driver. She made it to her destination without a scratch.

It was a spot tucked away deep in the mountains, with not a soul in sight.

Up ahead, the road stopped. There was no way for the car to go any further.

Whitney got out of the car, hoisted all those heavy bags onto her shoulders, and continued the rest of the way up the mountain on foot.

The mountain path was rough and winding, and hidden barriers had been set up. Outsiders wouldn’t know they existed. Her mentor had personally laid down these wards, and they were constantly shifting, impossible to predict.

Without following the barriers, an ordinary person would just take the regular path up the mountain, only to end up on a barren peak

Whitney had learned how to get through these barriers when she was a kid. She knew them like the back of her hand. Her steps were swift as navigated through several layers of shifting formations, heading deeper in.

Whitney had always been curious why her mentor set up such a maze of formations around their place, almost like he was guarding against someone specific.

Back when she was a kid, she’d really gone through the wringer trying to memorize all those unpredictable, ever–changing formations.

After about fifteen minutes of hiking, Whitney finally spotted the faint outlines of buildings up ahead.

Through the swirling mist, she could make out the shapes of some houses.

Finally, I’m almost there!’ Whitney thought.

This was home.

The place she shared with her mentor and fellow students, their home.

Whitney’s steps grew lighter, almost skipping with excitement.

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Not the weight of all those heavy bags slung over her shoulders could slow her down. She was practically bouncing up the

mountain.

She kept rehearsing in her head how

say hello to her mentor and fellow students.

How she’d tell them how much she missed them during those two years apart.

And how she’d admit she was wrong and apologize for disappearing for two years without keeping in touch.

As Whitney kept replaying everything in her mind, her eyes started to well up.

Whitney’s eyes grew a little red.

Her heart felt even more bitter.

Her once–bouncy steps slowed, weighed down by emotion.

She had no idea how to explain to her mentor and fellow students why, after being taken back to the Anderson family, she had shit for brains.

She really didn’t know how to explain it. She had always been so proud and headstrong, never one to lower her head for anyone.

Yet she had been out of her mind enough to make herself small and try to fit into the Anderson family that was never hers.

But she knew her mentor and fellow students had never held anything against her.

They didn’t need her to say sorry.

As long as she came back and stood before them, they’d give her everything, no questions asked, no strings attached.

But the better they treated her, the more guilty she felt.

She couldn’t help but feel more ashamed of herself for how foolish she’d been back then.

The more she thought about it, the more she hated herself for her stupidity in the past.

She couldn’t bear to imagine how her mentor and fellow students must have felt when they learned she’d died miserably at the hands of the Anderson family in her previous life.

How much pain they must have suffered.

They would have wanted nothing more than to kill the Andersons to avenge her.

But they would have been terrified that if they did, she, in death, would end up hating them for it.

After all, in her previous life, she’d cherished the Anderson family above all else.

Thinking about everything that happened in her previous life, Whitney felt her heart twist more.

made her way down the familiar path and entered the courtyard she’d always called home.

She set down the heavy bags she’d been carrying.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to call out to her mentor and fellow students, doing her best to sound cheerful.

Suddenly, Whitney’s gaze locked onto a particular spot.

The excitement on her face instantly turned rigid.

Whitney thought, “Wait, this isn’t right!

‘Something’s not right here!”