“They have to shut down now that people have died, right? Somebody has to stop their operation immediately to prevent further casualties.”
“It’s hard to imagine that a trashy coffee shop like Soir Coffee is affiliated with the well-respected Nightshire Group. Vinson Nightshire probably only cares about making more money now, huh?”
At that point, Wendy could no longer remain quiet, so she sprang up and reproached her classmates. “You people have no idea what you’re talking about! Vinson Nightshire is nothing like that. I know there has to be more than what the media is telling us.”
Shocked by Wendy’s sudden reaction, her classmates stared blankly at her and wondered what got into her.
After a brief moment, one of the classmates broke the awkward silence. “What’s your problem? It’s not like we’re gossiping about you. Who’s Vinson Nightsire to you anyway?”
“I’m simply telling you that you don’t know the man.”
With that, Wendy’s classmates burst out laughing before making fun of her. “And you do? I seem to remember how the man brushed you off like you were nothing last time.”
“You shut your mouth now!” Wendy was so mad that veins popped up on her forehead.
However, the student who offended her did not back
down. “And what if I don’t? Are you going to make me? Everything I said was nothing but the truth. Somebody did die after drinking coffee at Soir Coffee. If you don’t believe me, look it up on the internet. Vinson Nightsire is going to deliver a public apology in an hour at a press conference. If you really do know him, you should probably be there.”
As soon as she was done speaking, the student turned around and left the classroom.
Even though she never liked the stuck-up Wendy, she wondered if the snob was right and if there was more to the Soir Coffee incident.
Too troubled to stay for class then, Wendy sent Donovan a message to take leave and hurriedly made her way to the Nightshire Manor.
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