Hearing Oliva's words, Alison felt like being pressed down by something heavy, and she was completely afraid to move an inch.
She pleaded, "Please don't!"
Oliva was still afraid that Alison would lift her up again. “Just come with us obediently and have a little chat. If I'm in a good mood, I'll help you keep your secret. Otherwise, I’ll not only let you be abandoned by your adoptive family, but make you notorious in No.l High School!"
Alison felt like falling into an ice cave, and she dared not resist.
Oliva had too much evidence to ruin her
reputation!
Alison had thought that as long as she transferred to another school, they would let her off. But why did Oliva keep making trouble for her?
She couldn't figure it out.
Alison was almost dragged across the street by Oliva. She couldn't resist or dare to do that.
When crossing the street, Oliva glanced back at Alison, and her eyes fell on the bun at the back of her head. She stretched out her hand and violently tore it apart.
Alison's scalp was numb with pain, and she struggled miserably. Oliva took out her mobile phone and shook it in front of her with a smirk. "Do you still remember these photos, Alison?"
The girl in the photo curled up in a corner with her upper garment being stripped off, and her hair looked messy.
After seeing it, Alison immediately dissipated her idea of going against Oliva.
"Alison."
Before she was dragged into the mall, a familiar male voice sounded.
Alison was dazed for a moment. She looked up and found that Luis suddenly appeared beside them.
She immediately shouted as if she had seen a savior, "Luis!"
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