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The locations were diverse, even some from inside the school.
At the same time, the public relations teams for the Thome and Cross families had already issued lawyer’s letters.
They also released a statement, declaring that Skylar Cross was the one and only daughter and sole heiress, and had no connection whatsoever with Brandon Miller.
All of Brandon Miller’s lies were exposed.
Everything Cassidy White and Brandon Miller had done was revealed by various “insiders.”
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“The Fake Heiress’s Vicious Betrayal” became the topic of every conversation.
The school reacted quickly, expelling all the students involved in the bullying.
Aside from Cassidy White, the businesses of the other participants‘ families quickly plummeted.
“Why were we filmed? What do we do now?” Cassidy White didn’t even dare to leave her house, receiving harassment messages daily.
“How am I supposed to know what to do?! It’s all your stupid ideas! Now Victoria Cross is going to sue me!”
Brandon Miller was utterly flustered. He never expected Skylar Cross to truly not care about him anymore, even giving up on marrying him.
“She’s not going to let me get away with this. I have to leave.”
Brandon Miller took out his mother’s entire life savings, sold her old house, and abandoned Doris Green.
He absconded with all the company’s money and bought plane tickets to a foreign country with Cassidy White.
I in knockout drops and passed out.
As soon as they landed in a small country, they were covered with a cloth soaked in knockout drops
“Daddy brought you a little present.” Damian Thorne, clad in a black leather jacket, stood in front of a private jet, his aura as cold
as ever.
Only when facing his wife and daughter would he soften slightly.
Skylar Cross looked at him blankly. She barely knew this father and only thought he was very stern.
But now, because of her, this father, whom she’d seen only a few times, had worked day and night, rushing back to settle things
for her.
The private jet landed on a small island in international waters.
in a dilapidated warehouse, Cassidy White and Brandon Miller were tightly bound, black hoods over their heads.
As soon as we entered, the two instantly became restless, struggling in vain.
“Who are you?! Let me go! I can give you money, whatever you want!”
“I’m telling you! Have you heard of the Thorne family in this city? I’m their son–in–law! If you dare harm me, the Thorne family won’t let you off!” Brandon Miller’s voice trembled, a pathetic sight.
“Waaah, don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything!” Cassidy White cried, gasping for breath.
Damian Thorne, wearing leather gloves, carefully led Skylar Cross to stand before the two.
He handed her an exquisite dagger.
“This place is beyond the reach of the law. Anything can be done here.”
He said this as calmly as if he were remarking on the good weather.
A black–clad assistant stepped forward and roughly yanked off their hoods.
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The moment Cassidy White heard Damian’s voice, her crying stopped, and she trembled uncontrollably.
“Dad? Please, I was wrong, don’t kill me! I was wrong.” She had grown up in the Thorne family and understood better than anyone how terrifying Damian Thorne truly was.
Once, she had made Victoria Cross cry and was confined for three days straight without any physical punishment, yet it had felt worse than death.
If he could treat his own biological daughter like that, how much worse would it be for them, who shared no blood relation?
“Slap!” The assistant directly used a wooden plank the width of an arm to strike Cassidy White’s face.
It instantly swelled and split, almost disfiguring her.
“Don’t shout,” Damian Thorne said calmly, sitting beside me on a soft chair that
had appeared at some point.
Brandon Miller was already scared senseless. For the first time, he realized that this man could genuinely take his life.
Skylar Cross stood before them, holding the dagger.